697 682. The Stick From Hometown (3/5)

Chapter 697 682. Stick from Hometown (35)

The value of all resources and people is always an important criterion for the crowd to measure a person.

Originally because of the conflict between Wang Bo and Su La, and because he is Chinese and his dressing habits are different from the group, although the farmers did not boycott him, they did not show much enthusiasm for him either.

After learning that he owned the Sunset Ranch, everything changed. He immediately became the most popular one. Even Su La, who had conflicted with him before, came to him and said a few words, which was a signal of reconciliation.

Wang Bo is not the kind of person who is unreasonable and unforgiving. He responded a few words in a friendly manner, and Sura apologized:

"Sorry buddy, I was stupid for doing that just now. Rob was right, I was jealous of you, but he didn't say, I thought you were a foreign land investor who came to speculate in real estate, I misunderstood your identity. "

At this point, everyone became happy and ready to eat.

Mundo has remodeled his restaurant with a large chimney extending from the roof and an oven underneath for indoor grilling.

Wang Bo has to express his admiration for New Zealanders' love for barbecue. Chinese people generally eat barbecue and drink beer in summer, while New Zealanders have outdoor barbecues in spring, summer and autumn, and indoor barbecues in winter.

Mundo's two sons brought up several wine barrels, and everyone rushed up, each pouring a glass.

Rob poured two glasses for Wang Bo and Hani, and motioned them to drink it all down: "Mundo is the best at brewing beer. To be honest, the beer he brews is much better than the watered-down ones made by those breweries outside. gone."

Wang Bo didn't want to drink it too fast. These wines are puree, and there is no water after brewing. The alcohol content is relatively high, but the taste is really good.

The oven was lit, and someone brought the shucked corn from the kitchen. The farmer Bob, who had explained how to roast the delicious corn, pushed away the people around him and sat there to start roasting the corn.

This roasted corn is different, it is not dry roasted, and there are a lot of pots and pans beside him, which contain honey, soy sauce, olive oil, butter and salad dressing, which are very complete.

"I want salty ones, I don't want sweet ones."

"I eat sweet, it's sweet corn right Bob?"

"Give me some steak sauce, it was good like you did last time."

Bob asked Wang Bo expectantly: "What about you buddy, you will eat two more later. These are sweet corns imported from your country."

"Imported from China?" Wang Bo asked.

Bob nodded: "Yes, imported from the south of your country, New Zealand can't produce corn this season."

"Isn't it okay to plant in a greenhouse?" Wang Bo suggested.

Bob shook his head while flipping the milky white corn: "That's impossible, the investment in the greenhouse is too high, and the machine can't get in. How will we fertilize and break the corn?"

Wang Bo thinks about it too. Unless he grows something to eat himself, it is very difficult to realize mechanized off-season planting of crops.

The chimney was whining, the coke was always red, and the corn soon turned a light burnt yellow. Bob turned the corn with his right hand, and began to brush various seasonings with the brush in his left hand.

The corn is roasted very quickly. The first batch of ten or so corns is roasted in three to four minutes.

Bob picked one that looked clean and gave it to Wang Bo, and said proudly, "This is pickled pepper flavor, I know you all like this flavor."

Lao Wang took a bite, and the spicy taste of the pickled pepper rushed straight to the top of his head. He couldn't help grinning first, and then gnawed. This was the first time he had eaten corn with this taste, and it was quite delicious.

Seeing how happy he was eating, Mondo also took one with the same taste, but threw it away in one gulp: "What the hell kind of taste is this? Forget it, give me a black pepper flavor."

"What a waste." Bob pouted, he picked it up and threw it to the strong man, "Come on, dog, your luck is good, you picked up the sweet corn roasted by Bob Corn King, eat it."

The strong man was indeed wagging his tail and waiting for food, but he didn't want to eat the food, and shook his head and gave Bob a big white eye.

The little parrot said disdainfully: "Ah, Ma De is mentally retarded! Ah, the strong man bit him!"

Wang Bo didn't know what to do, the general stuffed it into his pocket, this little guy really didn't have time to keep his own.

The army commander was unwilling, and kept struggling inside. Old Wang found a fresh unroasted corn, peeled some tender corn kernels and threw it in.

In this way, the army commander stopped struggling, and happily pecked and ate inside.

Someone has been watching the fight between the two of them, and seeing him put the little parrot up, this person came over and said with a smile: "Your parrot is an African gray parrot?"

"right."

"It is very cute."

Wang Bodao: "Yes, very naughty, this kid's IQ is extraordinary."

The man said: "I saw it just now, it seems to be talking all the time, but I can't understand it, it is really talking, right?"

The army commander prefers to speak Chinese instead of English. Wang Bo didn't care at first, but later found that he stuttered a bit, or that he couldn't make long sounds continuously, and could only make a few syllables at a time.

Compared with English, Chinese has an advantage that any word is monosyllable, but English is not. Most words are multi-syllable, which makes speaking easier.

In addition, the little parrot seems to be quite smart, knowing that birds are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being fat, so they usually talk nonsense with Wang Bo, but they are quite restrained at other times.

This time it must be famous. After Wang Bo nodded and said that it was speaking Chinese, the farmer said with interest: "I recommend you to participate in the annual parrot learning competition, which will be held in the whole southern hemisphere. This year happens to be in New Zealand."

"And this thing?" Old Wang asked curiously while nibbling on a corn cob.

"certainly……"

"We're eating barbecue and fried steak. Who wants a piece? It's Wang's. The steak from Sunset Ranch!"

These words interrupted everyone's chat, and immediately, there was another swarm, and a group of people rushed up and began to fight:

"Give me a piece!" "I like steak, give me steak!" "Schete, don't touch my meat!"

The farmer who was chatting with Wang Bo also turned around and left. He didn't care about introducing the parrot tongue competition, and ran to grab the meat with the wind on his feet.

Obviously, the beef and mutton at Sunset Ranch has already gained a reputation.

Of course, this is normal. Even if some ordinary people don't understand it, the farmers here are considered to be part of the farming and animal husbandry system, and they must understand it.

Hani gnawed on the corn cob like a mouse, and said with disdain: "Ha, these country bumpkins, have you never eaten meat? Hmm, this corn is pretty good."

Wang Bo laughed and said, "Believe it or not, they are also talking about you: Look at that country bumpkin, he hasn't even eaten corn?"

"They dare!" The old inspector glared, very angry.

Lao Wang giggled, turned on his phone and began to inquire about the parrot competition. He was still interested in this competition—he had nothing to do anyway.