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Originally, because of the conflict between Wang Bo and Sula, and because he was Chinese and dressed differently from the group, although the farmers did not resist him, they did not be much enthusiastic about him.

After learning that he owned the Sunset Ranch, all this changed, and he immediately became the most popular one, and even Sula, who had previously clashed with him, came to him and said a few words, which was a signal of reconciliation.

Wang Bo is not the kind of person who is unforgiving, he responded in a friendly manner, and Sula apologized:

"Sorry man, I was stupid to do that. Robb is right, I'm jealous of you, but he didn't say it, I thought you were a foreign land investor, and you came to speculate in real estate, and I misunderstood your identity. ”

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

Mondo remodeled his dining room with a large chimney extending from the roof and an oven underneath for indoor grilling.

New Zealanders' love for barbecue is Wang Bo must express admiration, Chinese generally eat barbecue and drink beer in summer, New Zealanders are all year round, outdoor barbecue in spring, summer and autumn, indoor barbecue in winter, grilling constantly.

Mondo's two sons brought up several barrels, and the crowd rushed up, one pouring a glass.

Robb poured two glasses and gave them to Wang Bo and Hani, and motioned for them to drink them all: "Mondo, this old fellow is the best at brewing beer, and to be honest, the beer he brews is much better than the mixed water goods made by those breweries outside." ”

Wang Bo didn't want to drink it too fast, these wines were puree, and they were not mixed with water after brewing, and the degree was relatively high, but the taste was really good.

The oven was lit, and someone brought the peeled corn from the kitchen, and Bob, the farmer who had previously explained how to roast the corn deliciously, pushed the people around him and sat there and began to roast the corn.

This roasted corn is different, it's not dry-roasted, he has a lot of pots and pans next to him, with honey, soy sauce, olive oil, butter and salad dressings and things like that.

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

"I eat sweet, it's sweet corn, isn't it, Bob?"

"Give me some steak sauce, you did it well last time."

Bob asked Wang Bo expectantly: "What about you, man, you will eat two more sticks 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." ”

"Isn't it okay to grow in greenhouses?" Wang Bo came up with an idea and said.

Bob shook his head while flipping the milky white corn: "That's not good, the investment in the greenhouse is too big, the machine can't get in, how to fertilize and break the corn when the time comes?" ”

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

The chimney smoked, the coke was always reddish, and the corn soon took on a faint burnt yellow, and Bob turned the corn with his right hand, and the brush in his left hand began to brush up with various seasonings.

The corn was roasted very quickly, and the first wave of a dozen or so corns, that is, was roasted in three or four minutes.

Bob picked a clean-looking one for Wang Bo and said proudly, "This is pickled pepper flavor, I know you all like this taste." ”

Lao Wang took a bite, the fresh and spicy taste of the pickled pepper went 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, but it was quite delicious.

Seeing that he was eating happily, Mondo also took a copy of the same flavor, but threw it away in one bite: "What the hell is this taste?" Forget it, give me a black pepper flavored one. ”

"What a waste." Bob pouted, he picked it up and threw it to Zhuang Ding, "Come, dog, you're lucky, you picked up the sweet corn roasted by Bob's Corn King, eat it." ”

The strong man did wag his tail and wait for food, but he didn't eat the food that came and shook his head to give Bob a big roll of the eyes.

The little parrot said disdainfully: "Ah, Mad's retardation! Ah, the strong man bites him! ”

Wang Bo didn't have a way, and stuffed the commander into his pocket, this little guy really didn't have time to keep to himself.

The commander was unwilling, and struggled vigorously inside, Lao Wang found a fresh corn that had not been roasted, peeled some tender corn kernels and threw it in.

In this way, the commander stopped struggling and pecked in it happily.

Someone had been following the fight between the two of them, and when he saw him put the little parrot up, the man came over and laughed, "Your parrot is an African gray parrot?" ”

"Yes."

"It's lovely."

Wang Bodao: "Yes, it's very naughty, this kid'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, it does talk, right?" ”

The commander liked to speak Chinese rather than English, and Wang Bo didn't pay attention at first, but later found that it seemed to stutter a little, or that it could not pronounce long sounds continuously, and could only pronounce a few syllables at once.

One advantage of Chinese is that any word is monosyllable, English is not, most words are polysyllabic, so it is easier to speak.

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

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

"And this thing?" Lao Wang asked curiously while nibbling on the corn cob.

"Of course ......"

"Eat barbecue, and fried steak, who's going to have a piece?" It was the king who brought it, the steak of the Sunset Ranch! ”

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

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

The farmer who was chatting with Wang Bo also turned over, didn't bother to introduce the parrot competition, and ran to grab the meat with the wind on the soles of his feet.

Obviously, the beef and mutton of Sunset Ranch have become famous.

Of course, this is normal, even if some ordinary people don't understand, then the farmers here are also in the farming and pastoral system, and they must understand.

Hani gnawed on the corn cob like a mouse, and said disdainfully: "Ha, these hillbillies haven't eaten meat?" Mmmm, that's a good corn. ”

Wang Bo laughed and said: "Believe it or not, they are also talking about you: Look at that hillbilly, you haven't even eaten corn?" ”

"They dare!" The old inspector glared at him and was furious.

Wang grinned, turned on his phone and began to inquire about the parroting competition, which he was still interested in - he had nothing to do anyway.

(To be continued.) )