Happy Little Mayor

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

Originally because of the conflict between Wang Bo and Sula, and he was Chinese and dressed differently from his party, although the farmers did not resist him, they did not show much enthusiasm for him.

After learning that he owned the sunset ranch, all this changed. He immediately became the most popular one. Even Sura, who had previously conflicted with him, came to him and said two words, which was a signal of reconciliation.

Wang Bo wasn't ridiculous. He responded a few words, and Sura apologized:

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

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

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

New Zealanders must admire Wang ’s love for barbecues. Chinese people generally eat barbecue and drink beer in summer, while New Zealanders have year-round barbecues in spring, summer and autumn, and indoor barbecues in winter.

Mundo's two sons brought up several wine barrels, and everyone swarmed up, and each one poured a glass.

Luo Bo poured two glasses and gave them to Wang Bo and Hani, and signaled them to drink them: "Mundo, this old guy is best at brewing beer. Seriously, he brews a lot of beer than the blended goods from the wineries outside. Now. "

Wang Bo doesn't want to drink too fast. These wines are puree. After being brewed, they are not mixed with water. The degree is high, but the taste is really good.

The oven was lit, and someone brought the peeled corn from the kitchen. Bob, the farmer who had previously explained how to cook delicious corn, pushed people around and sat there and started to grill the corn.

This roasted corn is not the same. It is not a dry roast. He has a lot of pots and pans around him. It contains honey, soy sauce, olive oil, butter and salad dressing. It is very complete.

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

"I eat sweet. Is this sweet corn right? Bob?"

"Brush me some steak sauce. The last time you did it was great."

Bob asked Wang Bo very excitedly: "You man, you will eat two more later. This is sweet corn 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."

"Can't it be grown in a greenhouse?" Wang Bo said with an idea.

Bob flipped the milky white corn and shook his head: "That wouldn't work, the investment in the greenhouse is too big, the machine can't get in, how to fertilize the corn?"

Wang Bo thinks about it too, unless it is to grow some food by himself, it is difficult to realize mechanized off-season cultivation of crops.

The smoke from the chimney ‘wow’, coke has always been a reddish color, and the corn soon took on a faint scorching yellow. Bob turned the corn with his right-hand grip, and his left-hand brush began to brush up various seasonings.

The corn is roasted very quickly. The first wave of ten corn is roasted in three or four minutes.

Bob picked one that looked very clean for Wang Bo and said proudly: "This is the pickled pepper flavor, I know you all like this flavor."

Pharaoh took a sip, and the spicy taste of pickled peppers went straight to the top of his head. He couldn't help but grin first, and then stunned. This was the first time he ate this kind of corn, but it was quite delicious.

Seeing that he was happy, Mundo also took one with the same flavor, and threw it away with a sip: "What kind of ghost smell? Forget it, give me a black pepper flavor."

"It's a waste." Bob pouted, and he picked it up and threw it to the strong man. "Come, dog, you're in luck. Pick up the sweet corn roasted by Bob Corn King. Eat it."

The strong man did swing his tail waiting for food, but it stopped eating food and shook his head to give Bob a big white eye.

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

Wang Bo was right, and the general commander shoved into his pocket. This little guy really didn't have a good time.

The captain was unwilling and struggled in it. The Pharaoh found an unroasted fresh corn, peeled some tender corn kernels, and threw them in.

In this way, the army commander no longer struggled and ate at it with pleasure.

Someone has been watching the fight between the two of them, and saw him packing the little parrot, and the man came over and laughed: "Your parrot is an African grey parrot?"

"Correct."

"it is so cute."

Wang Bodao: "Yes, especially naughty, this child's IQ is extraordinary."

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

The commander of the army liked to speak Chinese rather than English. Wang Bo didn't care at first, but later found that it seemed to be stuttered, or that he couldn't make long sounds continuously, only a few syllables at a time.

Compared with English, Chinese has the advantage that any word is a single syllable, but English is not. Most words are multisyllable, so it is easier to speak.

In addition, the little parrot seems very clever. Knowing the reason why birds are afraid of famous pigs and fat, they usually talk about it with Wang Bo. Other times, they are very restrained.

This time it had to be famous. After Bo Bo nodded and said that he was speaking Chinese, the farmer said with interest: "I recommend you to participate in the annual Parrot Tongue Contest, which will be held in the entire Southern Hemisphere. This year happens to be New Zealand.

"And this thing?" Pharaoh asked curiously while holding the corn on the cob.

"of course……"

"Eat barbecue and fried steak. Who's going to have one? It's Wang's steak. Sunset steak on the ranch!"

This interrupted everyone's chat, and immediately, it was a swarm, and a group of people rushed up to start the fight:

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

The farmer who was chatting with Wang Bo also turned over and ignored the introduction of the parrot tongue game, and ran away to grab meat.

Apparently, the beef and mutton of the sunset ranch has become famous.

Of course, this is normal. Even if some ordinary people don't understand it, the farmers here are considered to be in the farming and pastoral system, and they definitely know it.

Hani scooped up the corn on the cob like a rat, and said disdainly, "Ha, these fellows, haven't eaten meat? Well, this corn is pretty good."

Wang Bo laughed: "Believe it or not, they are also saying you: Look at that fellow, you haven't even eaten corn?"

"They dare!" The old inspector glared with a bull's eye and was very angry.

Pharaoh grinned, turned on the phone and started to inquire about the parrot-learning game. He was still interested in this game and had nothing to do.

(To be continued.)