Chapter 651 636. Restaurant Rating (2/5)

Chapter 651 636. Restaurant Rating (25)

A plate of venison went down, and the strong man stood up holding Wang Bo's chair back from behind, staring at the pot with big eyes salivating, his eyeballs were about to pop out.

Wang Bo picked up a piece of deer bone and threw it out. Xiao Wang jumped to grab it. The strong man suddenly became unhappy, went up and opened his mouth to bite Xiao Wang's neck, and kept roaring in his throat: "Woo, woo... ..."

Xiao Wang honestly threw away the bones, shrank his body and stepped aside.

Seeing this, the strong man let out a cry of satisfaction. He turned his head to enjoy the delicious meaty bones, but he couldn't find anything. He turned his head again and saw the fat cat brothers running fast with the meaty bones in their mouths.

Wang Bo threw another piece, this time Xiao Wang jumped up and bit it in his mouth before the bone hit the ground, wagging his tail and ran away, found a corner and began to gnaw it.

The queen walked slowly to Eva's side, and Eva gave it a piece of meaty bone, which was the fattest one, and it ate it in its mouth without fighting.

The strong man was hit hard, and the army commander flew over in a daze, and shouted happily: "Ah, Sabi! Ah, 24K pure Sabi!"

The meat in the pot began to churn, and Wang Bo signaled everyone to scoop it up with a colander.

Bowen also persuaded: "Eat it quickly, the venison cannot be stewed, otherwise it will taste like biting wood."

Kuncha scooped up a bowl, and Wang Bo taught him to dip it in fermented bean curd, seafood sauce, and chili sauce. He was very skilled in using chopsticks, dipped it into his mouth, and before he could swallow it, he immediately stood Thumbs up: "Wow, the meat is so tender and delicious!"

Cousins ​​and the others shared whiskey, Kuncha shook his head and said he didn't drink, and the cowboys said he missed a good opportunity to taste delicious pairings.

Wang Bo put some spinach and radishes into the pot for seasoning. A cowboy ate the meat and said, "By the way, boss, we have to find some time to clear the foot of the mountain."

"What's the meaning?"

"Some wild deer have gone down the mountain, but they don't enter the pasture, but enter the vegetable garden to steal vegetables. I saw two big deer with a dozen branches."

Oakley said excitedly: "Hey, this is a good hunting opportunity. Bring me a deer with a dozen branches. I only encountered it once in Montana. Unfortunately, it has a small deer and cannot be hunted."

In this way, Wang Bo also became interested. If it is a small deer or something, he is not interested, but this is a big deer. There were deer head specimens that were hunted and made by the dukes in the castle. Unfortunately, they were discarded due to improper maintenance. He wanted to make some by himself. .

Peterson said, "If you want to stuff a deer head, it's up to my old buddy, he's a master at this stuff, an absolute master."

The old cowboy Maxson now regrets agreeing to move to Sunset Town, but he made the promise at the time, and Peterson always used it to mock him, so he could only bite the bullet and prepare to move.

Wang Bo promised to help him move the old house together, so he seized this loophole, and as long as the old house didn't start construction, he wouldn't leave.

While eating hot pot and chatting, they talked about boxing again. Oakley will definitely make a name for himself in the world of boxing. That's for sure. They are discussing what level of boxing champion Oakley can become.

In this regard, the black youth is still very humble. He said: "I haven't received an invitation letter from the American professional boxing world yet. Let's wait. I hope to win a light heavyweight champion."

Wang Bo asked: "Have you not received the information yet? How come, this competition is quite a sensation."

"That's why you don't understand Americans," Bowen curled his lips. "They are the center of the world. They only care about how the United States is doing. Will they pay attention to New Zealand's non-professional boxing matches?"

The pretty Mexican mumbled, "You don't seem to be an American."

Bowen was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a horrified expression: "God, am I American? Damn, I really am, but I always thought I was a New Zealander."

"Hehe, you beautiful traitor."

It was snowing heavily outside, the hot pot in the house was boiling, and the fragrant water vapor permeated the air. The strong man was already full, and he was still squinting his eyes and breathing greedily.

It snowed all night, and the next day it cleared after dawn. Wang Bo heaved a sigh of relief. The snow was not too heavy. If it snowed heavily like last time, he would have to sweep the snow again.

When he was at work, he first arranged for Kidd to find the game video and related reports, and then asked Bowen for the office addresses of some professional boxing associations in the United States, and mailed these materials.

Afterwards, Elizabeth knocked on the door and said to him, "Boss, someone from the Austrian City Council is here."

Wang Bo hurriedly swept a pile of snacks on the table into a drawer, and then he realized that this is not an officialdom in China, and the Austrian City Council has no jurisdiction over him, so what is he doing with these people?

"What are they doing in Sunset Town? Are they traveling?"

Elizabeth shrugged and said, "Only one congressman came. It doesn't look like it. He brought a working team."

Anyway, he didn't come to look for him, so he didn't have to worry about it. Wang Bo leisurely turned on the computer and held the melon seeds, continuing to eat the melon seeds and watch movies.

It turned out that it really had something to do with him, and soon a call came, and it was Kobe who called: "Boss, come to the restaurant, the restaurant needs to be rated."

Wang Bo is the major shareholder of Sprees's kitchen, and his presence is indeed required for the official restaurant rating.

However, this rating is not the rating of Michelin tires, but the inspection of hygiene and the assessment of practitioners, which is somewhat similar to the inspection of the domestic health bureau.

The catering industry in New Zealand attaches great importance to hygiene and safety. This work is directly supervised by the regional councils. They are responsible for the hygiene of restaurants in each jurisdiction, and they issue hygiene grade certificates to restaurants based on the results of on-site inspections.

This inspection is carried out irregularly, as long as there is one failure, it will almost be unable to operate for at least a month, and rectification must be carried out.

New Zealand's Food Safety Act requires every business that operates food and beverages for the public to place the certificate of hygiene level in the most obvious place in the restaurant for consumers to browse and monitor.

This time the councilor brought the inspectors here to assess hygiene.

When Wang Bo arrived at the restaurant, he showed his ID to show his relationship with the restaurant. He knew the member who led the team. He had met them at Mayor Sack's party. His name was Cradle Thompson.

There must be no hygienic problems in Spres's kitchen. After all, it is positioned as the most high-end restaurant in the town, and a meal costs thousands of New Zealand dollars. Can the hygiene be poor?

After some inspection, Councilor Corred signed the test report, then shook hands with Wang Bo, and said, "Congratulations, Wang, your restaurant is rated A."

After saying this, he signed and dated another certificate, replaced the previous one, and put it on the wall behind the restaurant's cash register.