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After a while, the stout boss turned around and handed them two paper plates with the food they ordered and two paper cups of coffee.

But when Jin Muchen saw the boss's face, he couldn't help but startled.

This guy is not very tall, but he is very stout, with tattoos all over his face, reddish-brown skin, and looks really ferocious, with pigtails all over his head with an inverted triangle.

When he looked at Jin Muchen with a toothless smile, he was so frightened that he almost threw the dinner plate in his hand into his face.

Seeing this guy's face, Jin Muchen had a thought. If this guy walked on the streets of the United States, he would definitely belong to the kind of guy who would make the police have the urge to draw a gun just by looking at his face.

"Your fried herring, and coffee."

This native with tattoos on his face should be very old, although he looks fierce, but when he speaks, he speaks softly, which surprised Jin Muchen.

"Thank you. Morris."

That Maureen seemed to be very familiar with this Morris, he greeted him, and then brought Jin Muchen to a few small tables and chairs in the park in front of the dining car with a dinner plate.

Jin Muchen was also stunned when he looked at it: "Why don't you pay?"

"≤≤, x. Haha, I never pay to eat here."

Mo Lin laughed and answered, Jin Muchen was even more confused, what do you mean? Could it be that you are still the top one here?

But you don't look like you with thin arms and thin legs!

"Hey, boss, why are their fish steaks so big and ours so small, why do we have to pay if they don't pay?"

Two guys in line behind them. At this time, I also got their order, but looking at the fish steak on his plate, which was a circle smaller than Jin Muchen and Mo Lin's plate, the guy couldn't help shouting loudly at the boss with tattoos all over his face.

At this time, the boss had his eyes upright and his nostrils turned upwards. The thickness of the sea bowl, the arm covered with tattoos was hugged on the chest, and he replied with a sneer: "Why? Just because he has the same surname as me, Manukau!"

This sentence immediately made the two guys who were dissatisfied with their food shut up immediately.

"What? Is this boss your father?"

Jin Muchen looked at Mo Lin who was sitting across the dining table and asked, but he was still a little confused. If this Mo Lin is related to the owner of the dining car, then he should also have aboriginal blood?

But it doesn't seem so obvious, take a closer look. Only then did I find the clue. It turned out that this guy Maureen had dyed his hair, and his skin color was indeed lighter than that of Manukau, closer to the white skin of a white man. Confused his skin color with the skin color of those white people who like to bask in the sun.

And his eyes are also brown, which is more in line with the characteristics of the indigenous people.

"No, he's not my dad. He's a distant uncle of mine."

"Is that so, I really didn't see it before! What kind of local ethnic group are you from?"

Jin Muchen is very curious about the indigenous peoples in Australia.

"We are Maori!"

Maureen replied with a bit of pride. Jin Muchen suddenly realized.

There are several kinds of indigenous people in Australia, but the Maori people are the most powerful ones, and they are not only distributed in Australia, but New Zealand is the base camp of the Maori people.

Moreover, the Maori race has some kinship with the Gaoshan people of our treasured island in China. The two ethnic groups can be said to be close relatives, which has been verified by DNA science in modern times.

"I heard that among the Maori, only nobles, or warriors, are allowed to have tattoos on their faces. Is that right?"

Jin Muchen is like a curious baby, he is full of curiosity about the Mo Lin family.

"Haha, yes, this kind of tattoo can't be tattooed by anyone."

I don't know when, the tattooed uncle Maori came to the two of them and brought them a plate of fried meatballs.

At this time, there were not many guests, so the uncle Manukau sat down directly and sat next to the two of them.

Jin Muchen also chatted with them, chatting while eating, the atmosphere was harmonious, and soon he got to know the Manukau family.

As a Chinese, Jin Muchen is not used to eating such greasy fried fish in the morning, but Morris's craftsmanship is really good.

And the eating habits here in Australia are relatively simple, that is, barbecue beef and mutton, potatoes, green beans, carrots.

Speaking of snacks, it is even simpler. In addition to foreign food, if you only talk about local specialty snacks, it is probably the famous snack that has been passed down to the United Kingdom, fish and chips.

Morris's fried herring is the top-quality herring, which he buys from the fishermen who go out to sea at the pier every morning before dawn.

Unlike other stores, they all buy from wholesalers in large quantities, and many of those processed fish steaks are compressed from leftover scraps from others.

Jin Muchen dried up the fish steak, and then ate several croquettes with tomato sauce. These meatballs were made with pork and beef fillings, and they were also seasoned with what is said to be the exclusive secret recipe of the Manukau family. The ingredients are quite unique and very delicious.

I didn't expect to be able to eat such a breakfast with unique taste and rich local characteristics in such an inconspicuous place, which made Jin Muchen very satisfied.

"By the way, when will brother Carol get married?"

Because there weren't many guests, Maurice had been sitting on their side chatting with them, and while chatting, Maureen suddenly asked.

"Next month!"

Morris took a puff of cigarette and replied, but his tone seemed to be a lot lower. Because of the too many tattoos on his face, Jin Muchen couldn't feel the change in his expression, but he could hear something from his tone. unhappy.

"How are the preparations?"

"Not so good? Hey! You know, weddings cost money, and Carol's wife is white, and they're going to have a white wedding ceremony. You know we can't afford to go to church, so we can only rent one. The venue invites the priest to come, and because the relatives of the bride are also coming, we also have to practice several well-known local restaurants and let them take care of the cold dinner party, which will cost a lot of money.”

Are you worried about the cost of your son's wedding? Jin Muchen also understood. Maurice is a very intimidating father, but he is a very responsible father.

In fact, the attitude of foreigners towards children is similar to that of Chinese people. As long as they have the conditions and are responsible, they are basically responsible to the end. For example, when they are 18 years old, they want their children to be independent and kick them out of the house. There are quite a few, but there are also many parents who are similar to our Chinese.

"Isn't Carol's job pretty good? To be honest, I'm envious of that salary. He didn't save any money at all?"

Maureen asked again, but Morris shook his head and smiled bitterly after hearing what he said.

"His job's salary is indeed not low, but you also know that he is too young, he can't control himself often, and likes to spend a lot of money. He said that your aunt was ill last year and spent a lot of money, but he also spent a lot of money. Less. There's a little money left, he bought Kelly a ring, and there's not much left. I can't watch them take a loan from the bank to get married?"

Morris replied that Jin Muchen was very curious: "What kind of job does your cousin do? Is the salary high?"

Although this question is a bit abrupt, everyone is now an acquaintance, and Maureen and Morris did not shy away from him.

"He works in the supermarket, and his daily work is very easy, haha, I guess you can't guess what he does."

Mo Lin laughed and said half-jokingly to Jin Muchen. He said that, of course, Jin Muchen was even more curious.

"What the **** are you doing?"

"It's a collection of shopping trolleys."

"What? Are you still envious of this job?"

Hearing Jin Muchen's question, Maureen and Morris both gave him a blank look.

"Hey, man, this is Australia, you don't understand a lot of rules. Let me tell you, he collects shopping trolleys in the supermarket. He doesn't think it's easy and easy, but he earns $30 an hour!"

&nbsf! "

Jin Muchen almost jumped out of the chair.

"When I was in the distribution center, I was exhausted carrying large bags every day, and it was less than thirty dollars an hour. How did your brother earn so much? And life is so easy?"

Seeing his surprise, Maureen and Morris both laughed. There were many foreigners in the past, and their reactions were similar to Jin Muchen's after hearing about such a thing.

So the two began to explain to Jin Muchen. The reason why this happened was also related to the White Australia policy implemented by Australians back then~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In order to promote white education, the police forcibly removed indigenous babies from their families. Take them away from their parents, send them to technical schools, or white people's homes, and force them to perform white education.

Once this policy was implemented, it lasted for decades, but it destroyed countless indigenous families.

The government later apologized for what it did in the past in order to stop this discriminatory policy.

However, in order to compensate the indigenous people, a lot of preferential policies have also been introduced to the ethnic minorities in the country. In terms of education and employment, they are all inclined to the indigenous people.

For example, the job of collecting shopping carts in the parking lot outside the supermarket is simple and easy, and the salary is particularly high. Of course, it is only for the indigenous race. White people can do this kind of work if they want, but they will not pay Your salary is so high.

There are also people who drive garbage trucks and collect garbage from house to house every day. Most of them are indigenous people, and their wages are definitely several times higher than those of white people. (To be continued...)

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