566 552. Authentic Hang Yifan (3/5)

Chapter 566 552. Authentic Hang Yifan (35)

People kept throwing logs into the fire, and the flames blazed, and the autumn chill was immediately offset.

Dozens of Maori danced and sang around the fire, with high and low voices, and other Maori coordinated with the harmony. As the night fell, the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Bo Di looked at the Maori people dancing around the fire and said, "It turns out that New Zealand also has square dancing."

Wang Bo laughed and said, "Dad, that's not a square dance, it's a war dance. Do you see that they are constantly beating their chests and making punches? This is a war dance."

Bo's mother couldn't help but be speechless: "They must love to fight very much. You can see that they have tattoos all over their bodies, and they dance and grin their teeth. It's really scary."

Wang Bo also explained: "Tattoos are Maori culture, and this cannot be used as a basis for judging their personality. But generally speaking, Maori are more irritable and more likely to cause conflicts with others."

Eva smiled and said, "Do you like tattoos?"

Wang Bo thought about it. There is a story in it. He was going to college after graduating from high school. At that time, he wanted to get a tattoo. But his tattoos are not for looking good or pretending to be aggressive, but because he is worried about being bullied when he goes to university in other places, and getting a tattoo can fool people.

On this point, Bo's father and Bo's mother quite agreed with him at the time. The two elders are not very rigid parents, and they can accept small-scale tattoos on their bodies.

After finally thinking about it, Wang Bo decided to forget it. The reason is that once tattoos are hard to find a wife, the circle he comes into contact with is conservative. Girls prefer clean and honest boys instead of prodigal sons with many stories.

There are tourists staying in the town, and the bonfire is very high, which can also be seen in the center of the town. Knowing that the Maori are holding a hangi dinner, the tourists drive here.

The Maori are very good at this point, they are very enthusiastic. When they see someone coming, a group of Maori will collectively do a war dance to welcome them, and they will keep shouting.

The tourists felt the goodwill, and they cooperated with the war dance, so that the circle around the bonfire suddenly became larger...

Atulu waved his arms and cheered: "Guys, jump up, jump up, guys! Who else wants to come? Come on, come on, let's raise our glasses and cheer! Woooooooo! Mayor, you too !"

Wang Bo saw that everyone was stretching out their hands to him, so he stood up, patted his chest and roared.

Atulu was like a DJ, cheering: "The roar from our barbaric mayor, the loud voice! Aww!"

"Aww!" "Woooo!"

A group of people barked, and the strong men came crazy, wagging their tails and barking, and the expression on the dog's face called one excited.

Atulu sat down and said happily: "Boss, how is it? Isn't it interesting that there are so many people?"

Wang Bodao: "Yes, it's very interesting, but you'd better pray that we have enough fish. Anyway, the fish I prepared is for fifty people."

Let alone fifty people, there are two hundred people!

The only thing he should be thankful for is that he didn't decide to stay in the ranch for a party, otherwise with so many people, the cows would be aborted just by the noise!

Atulu didn't care, and said, "Of course it's okay. Besides beef and mutton, there are more than forty rabbits in it. A hundred people can't eat these rabbits."

The rabbits from the pasture are very fat, indeed, forty fat rabbits are enough to feed a hundred people.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark, and the Maori people began to move the bonfire.

The crowd stepped aside and shoveled the burning fire aside, so that at last a steaming clearing remained.

When the autumn wind cooled the ground, a few Maori went up and lifted the layers of soil, finally revealing the tightly wrapped tinfoil and gauze towels.

Open the tin foil and gauze, and a stream of white steam rises into the sky like a sharp sword, bringing a mouth-watering meaty aroma.

All the Maori stood up and cheered. Wang Bo didn't understand where these guys got their energy. After dancing like this all night, his calf cramped.

A tourist next to him looked at the Maori digging out the fish with great interest, and said, "This is really interesting. You can't see such a pure hangi in the city!"

Another said: "Of course, no fire, no smoke, no loud noise, that's why we came to these towns."

Hearing this, Wang Bo's heart was moved. If Sunset Town wants to build a tourism industry, it must go out of its own characteristics, and returning to nature is a good feature.

Pieces of fragrant beef, mutton, and pork were brought out, as well as whole hares and pheasants. The Maori people were fairly knowledgeable, so they brought them to Wang Bo immediately.

The food delivered was complete, a piece of beef, a piece of mutton, a piece of pork, and each had a chicken and a fat rabbit.

The smell of meat was tangy. Wang Bo raised his wine glass to signal to the Maori townspeople who came to deliver the meat, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

There was a lot of food, and he and his parents, Eva and sisters, couldn't eat, so they invited the tourists next to them to eat together.

A white man took a bite and gave a thumbs up: "It's great, my God, I'm going to eat my tongue! Can Hangy be so delicious?"

Some people exaggeratedly said: "I'm going to throw away my steamer when I go back, damn it, that kind of steamer Hang Yi is too unauthentic, this is what Hang Yi feels like!"

Wang Bo ate the rabbit leg and asked, "Is there any steamer Hang Yi?"

The person next to him replied: "Yes, buddy. It's an innovative thing. Dig a hole in the ground and bury an electric pot, so that there is no need for flames and no smoke, and then the meat is cooked inside."

"That meat tastes like ****! I swear, I'm not exaggerating!"

"Oh, brother, don't say that, you're so successful that it disgusts me!"

After eating the fish, all the tourists at the scene praised the deliciousness of Hang Yi. Seeing this, Wang Bo asked the tourists around him, saying: "If there is such a Hang Yi every day, but you need to pay to buy it, oh, it's like Are you interested in eating at the buffet?"

"It depends on how much the money is. If it's within my tolerance, I'm certainly willing to accept such a really delicious Hang Yi. Dude, you can't eat something like this anywhere else!"

Wang Bo nodded to express his understanding, that's all right, the Maori must enter his tourism industry and become an important part.

In fact, the Maori hoped this way more. After a feast, Atulu sat up slowly and said, "Boss, let me remind you of something."

"What's the matter? Salary? The salary will be collected at work tomorrow." Wang Bo said.

"No, but it's autumn now, and the block houses in the town need to be painted. You see, my guys are here, and they are happy to help you with this job...Of course I will ask Hangy after it is done." A Tu Lu grinned.