857. 842. The City of Style (3/5)

Chapter 857 842. Capital of Style (35)

Although he has been to Wellington several times, Wang Bo experienced a different style when he came again this time, because this time he was led by an old driver, Hani, who has a deep understanding of Wellington's history.

According to Maori legend, the explorer Kupe was the first person to discover the port of Wellington. The Maori name of the city is te-whanganui-a-tara, which means the great port of Tara, so it lived in Hawke's Bay. The beach is named for the son of Chief Whatonga.

The chief sent his son tara and his half-brother to explore the southern part of the north island, and they returned a year later to report that it was a rich place, and then the whatonga people moved there and established the famous ngati-tara Maori tribe.

The first European settlers landed on 22 January 1840 on the New Zealand Company ship Aurora, shortly after Colonel William Wakefield arrived and purchased land from the Maori.

But because the New Zealand company's sale was sloppy and illegal, Maori denied that they had ever sold the land here, so there was a land grab here.

But this is a place with well-developed transportation. Although the plains are sparse, the population still gathers quickly. In just ten years, Wellington had 5,500 people in 1850 and became a very prosperous settlement at that time.

Beginning in 1852, Wellington began to reclaim land to expand its scale. In 1855, a major earthquake lifted many parts of the city.

Ten years later, the New Zealand government moved the capital from Auckland to Wellington. In the 20th century, Wellington's port became more and more prosperous, manufacturing chambers of commerce and banks sprang up around it, other industries developed, and the city began to expand outward.

"As far as the Hutt Valley, Porirua and the Kapiti Coast, Wellington has developed to this scale early in the last century, which is definitely an impressive achievement," Haney said.

Wang Bo smiled without saying a word, with a broken expression on his face.

Hani squinted at him and asked, "Do you have any objections, Mr. Wang?"

Wang Bo said with a smile: "Mr. Wang has no objection, but my ancestors have objection. The scale of Wellington in the last century is only a county in our country."

Hani spread his hands: "Comparing the military with the United States, and comparing history with China, this is all hooliganism."

For lunch they went to NC Café, which is also an elegant restaurant. Harney praised it, saying that the restaurant always presents simple but memorable dishes to customers.

Wang Bo originally wanted to go to the city's food market, which was the harbor market that Charlie had taken him to, as well as the farmer's market and the city market.

But since Harney recommends a restaurant, he can try it too.

This restaurant is very stylish, the box space is compact, but it has a sense of Zen, there are some portraits of Zen and Buddhism on the wall, and there are related statues on the table.

But Wang Bo doesn't understand, what's the deal with combining Buddhism and Tibetan Buddhism?

The restaurant's signature dishes include egg onion rice, sage eggs, Tibetan fried tofu, vinegar mixed vegetables, grilled fish with gravy, seafood pot dinner and so on.

In addition, this restaurant offers aperitifs, not the common red wine in New Zealand, but sweet potato wine. Wang Bo has heard of this in China but has never drunk it. This time he can take the opportunity to try it.

Qingyang's hometown also has this kind of wine, "We call it sweet potato burn. Have you seen "Bright Sword"? That's what Li Yunlong drinks in it. I can still make it."

Wang Bo's eyes lit up, and he said, "You also know how to cook sweet potatoes? I can't see that you have such a skill because of your fat head and big ears."

That Qingyang couldn't laugh or cry: "What's so difficult? As long as you have sweet potatoes and a big iron pot, and find a way to get some tools later, this kind of wine is easy to brew."

Wang Bo patted the table and said: "Then I have to do it when I go back. I have planted a lot of sweet potatoes in my vegetable field, and I have harvested them in the first half of the year and stored them in the cellar."

Then Qingyang saw that he was serious, so he added: "Well, let me tell you first, I will definitely make sweet potato roast, but the taste may not be as delicious as others."

The sweet potato wine is served in a transparent bottle. The New Zealand sweet potato wine is light red in color, which is a bit like wine.

But this is obviously something else was added later. Pharaoh has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. Grain wine is brewed by evaporating alcohol, so it is impossible to have a clear color.

However, New Zealand has very strict food safety control, so you don’t have to worry about restaurants adding things in a mess, and you can still drink it with confidence.

The alcohol content of this sweet potato wine is relatively low, and it is positioned as a strong drink in restaurants, which means it can be used as a drink. Of course, if you drink this drink, you are definitely not allowed to drive.

Wang Bo took a sip, it was soft and sweet, with the unique spicy and tingly taste of alcohol, it tasted pretty good.

Drinking sweet potato roast, eating grilled fish with gravy and various seafood, the three men became more and more happy as they drank, and drank four catties of this sweet potato wine in one meal.

Wang Bo didn't have much impression of what happened next. When he woke up scratching his head, the sun was already setting outside...

"What's going on here? Why is it getting dark? The tropical cyclone is coming again?" Lao Wang was shocked.

Eva, who was reading a book, raised her head and gave him a coquettish look, and said, "If a tropical cyclone really comes, I will definitely throw you out and be swept away by the wind! You are so ungentlemanly at noon. All the men were lying on the ground, I found someone to carry you back!"

Sweet potato wine is also wine. This thing is defined as a good drink, but it has a premise, 'strong'!

There was nothing when the three of them drank, but the stamina came up, and they were brought down together.

Wang Bo had the best physical fitness and was the first to wake up, while Qingyang and Hani on the other side were still fast asleep.

"It's over, Hani doesn't have time to go shopping." Old Wang smiled sympathetically.

But this wine has an advantage, it won't feel uncomfortable after waking up, and when Hani and the others wake up, they can go to dinner.

Hearing that he was going to have dinner, Qingyang waved his hands: "No, I won't eat, I haven't digested the lunch, what the hell, I feel a little sick to my stomach, where is the toilet?"

Hani decided to go to the night market in Wellington. After all, this is the capital, and the summer night is still very charming.

Wellingtonians love late at night, and you can often see Wellingtonians flocking to the city when the average person is ready for a cup of hot chocolate for sleep.

Wang Bo and the others took to the street, and a commotion came oncoming.

There was music playing everywhere, and on the street where they were located, there was a small bar a few steps away. Through the glass wall, you could see a variety of cocktails, wines and home-brewed beer.