Emperor Wu took a bath towel and went to the large bath at Berkeley's house.

It is not a brag to say that it can accommodate ten people, his house is very large, divided into two large rooms for men and women, separated by a thick cement wall in the middle, and the sound insulation effect is good.

What's even better is that there is a hot spring in the small single room next to the bath, a natural blue mountain water hot spring.

Emperor Wu jumped in naked, the water was very gentle, flowing on his body like a small fish rubbing his body, lying in it did not want to come out.

"Hey, Boss, you've been soaking in the hot spring pool for ten minutes, come out and make us comfortable for a few minutes, or I'll have to stand at Pa's place." ”

The steam bathhouse was filled with the voice of Tex's grumbling.

Xiaopa said that he would not take the blame, "Haha, then you won't be able to take your turn tonight, I have already figured it out." ”

Lying in the hot spring pool is so comfortable, Emperor Wu wants to dig one in his own pasture, but hot springs are hard to come by.

In the steam room, he suddenly remembered Sophia.

"Do you know who I'm thinking?" Emperor Wu asked.

"Your little girlfriend. Tex said quietly.

"Sophia, Frank's granddaughter, Sophia. Emperor Wu's words were astonishing.

Xiao Qiang's curse voice came from outside, "Shet, the highest three-year start, this is what you told me." ”

"Fake, your sister's death is delayed, I'm talking about hot springs!"

Emperor Wu remembered the day Sophia found Roger the kangaroo, she mentioned the matter of the natural hot spring in the woods, and then Emperor Wu forgot about it, and only happened to think of it today when she was lying in the pool in Berkeley.

The South Australian ranch has high-quality groundwater, and the natural hot spring is certainly not far behind, and the big brown bear Hector doesn't want to leave the woods and just soaks there every day.

After taking a shower, everyone began to stretch their arms in the yard, ready to start the bonfire party comfortably.

Uncle Berkeley, as the landlord, sat in the master's seat, and to his right was the chubby lady and his children, and little Natalie, Berkeley's most beloved granddaughter, was lucky enough to sit on his left.

"Friends of South Australia, welcome to Berkeley Racecourse, I have never said an opening statement, maybe this glass of wine is going to convey something, God bless you. ”

The Basques are Catholic, and the Basques as far away as the Pyrenees are traditionally pastoralists, and the Berkeleys inherited this well after moving to Australia, and they do have a set of animal husbandry.

Wu Di knows Spain's Athletic Bilbao football team, a Basque country that only brings in players of Basque origin, who have a strong national pride and are one of three teams in Spain's top league that have never been relegated.

Berkeley's eldest son, Garcia, worked as a waiter, frequently going back and forth between the oven and the table, bringing cooked delicacies to the table and occasionally adding charcoal to the campfire, a family tradition that the eldest son cared for.

Delicious Western-style grilled sausages and roast pork legs, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, dripping with juice on the plate.

Emperor Wu was not very accustomed to using knives and forks, there were no chopsticks here, and he was the slowest to cut large pieces of meat.

Don't look at Brady's big physique, he eats really small, chewing slowly like a woman. Patricia, however, let go of his belly, and the cut of meat with the flavor of the prairie suited him very well.

Mrs. Berkeley specially invited them to taste a food known as "Rakaka."

Emperor Wu cut a piece and put it on the plate, which was actually a smoked sausage with chili peppers, but there was a strange smell of corruption, which made him want to cover his nose, as if it had been put for too long, it stinked, the taste was hard to say, stinky tofu was fragrant, and this kind of intestine was pure stench.

Emperor Wu was thinking about whether it was a prank or a special welcome ceremony, but Natalie on the other side, she also cut a piece, and she was happy to eat.

It didn't seem polite not to eat, so he had to bite the bullet and eat the stinky sausage. I struggled when I entered it, the smell reached its peak, and when I filled my mouth, the taste was okay, and it was a good grilled sausage despite the pungent smell, the meat was very tender, and there was a thin layer of silk on the outside.

Seeing the guests eating, Mrs. Berkeley laughed and talked about the smoked sausage.

Emperor Wu thought it was strange when he heard this, this traditional French sausage is made of pork cut into strips, rolled up and stuffed into the pig's colon, so this sausage has a special rotten smell.

Berkeley raised his glass, "At first I didn't have a crush on it, romantic French people would make such strange food, but with a glass of wine, you'll love it." ”

Indeed, the sweet wine dilutes the rancid stench of the sausage, leaving only the creamy tender pork in the mouth.

"Thank you, Mr. Berkeley, for your hospitality, and I pay my respects in a Chinese way. Emperor Wu got up with a wine glass and said to the audience.

"The Chinese way?" Natalie likes to hunt for new things.

Berkeley laughed, "To be honest, I don't know much, I've never been to China, but I've only heard my father talk about it." ”

"I'll do whatever you want!" After saying that, Emperor Wu poured this cup of sweet wine into his stomach.

This group of people really doesn't seem to know much about Chinese wine culture, and in this case they should stand up and shout, ahhh

After Emperor Wu finished drinking, they really just took a sip and continued to chat, except for Patricia, who ate meat and was thirsty, drank most of the cup, Xiao Pa was a big eater, and the Berkeley family food was very appetizing to him.

It's almost time to eat, and it's fun to dance around a campfire.

The women of the Berkeley family went back to the house and changed into traditional Spanish costumes, which were based on red and black, and the ladies wore white headscarves, silk lace-up shoes, and large gaudy dresses.

The Spaniards were indeed a good people who could sing and dance, and four ladies, including little Natalie, danced flamenco.

Berkeley's only unmarried youngest daughter, Lisa, invited Patricia to join her, but Pa was a little squirming and was pushed up by Brady.

"This kid has good luck with peach blossoms, maybe he can stay in the horse farm as a son-in-law. Emperor Wu drank wine and said to Tex next to him.

"That's right, he had eaten all of Berkeley's barbecue, and if he stayed in the horse farm, Berkeley would kill a horse every day to make him meatloaf. The two of them were full of wine and food and joked.

"I have to say, BOSS, Xiao Pa is more popular as a woman than you. On the day Sonic Cat appeared in the newspaper, countless girls paid attention to his FB. Turks said.

Emperor Wu shrugged.

"It seems that you like to shrug your shoulders, do Chinese like this?" Brady came out of nowhere, twisting his waist around the campfire just now.

"Well, no, it's just my personal habit, I really don't have a better way to express my helplessness. ”

"Wait. ”

Brady sat down, holding up his right finger in a thoughtful gesture.

You can say oh God, or you can hold your head and shout and express your mood with more body movements. Brady set the mark.

"I'm not Italian, so I don't like gesturing much. Emperor Wu complained.

"Italians, oh God! their hands are not used to hold guns, but instead of mouths!"

Italians often say that a gesture is worth a thousand words.

Their nimble ten fingers can convey 100 million meanings.