When Zhao Weiji and Dongfang Li arrived at the restaurant, those Indians had already been sitting in the restaurant for a while. For them, everything they have experienced today has been a fantastic experience.

And when they sat down at the dinner table, it was an unprecedented experience, because for the first time they saw that all these beautiful things were food.

Unlike the primitive cooking methods of the Indians, the dishes now placed in front of them are exquisite, beautiful, and exude an attractive aroma.

Even the Chief couldn't resist asking Snow what all these things were.

"What's that?" The chief gestured to a dish made of corn on the table.

"That's corn, Chief Chief."

"Can corn still do that?" The chief was astonished.

In fact, that dish was just a home-cooked dish stir-fried with corn kernels and diced green peppers. After gradually gaining a foothold in North America, Zhao Weiji basically collected all the crops native to the Americas, such as green peppers, peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc.

Nowadays, the dishes in Xinhua City in North America are actually richer than those in the Central Plains.

It was no wonder that the chiefs were surprised, for the way they handled corn was nothing more than boiling or roasting, a method they had never heard of.

"And what is that?" The chief pointed to another dish, which was nothing more than a dish of beef in sauce.

"That's beef."

"That's beef?" The chief is not calm again.

It's no wonder that no one has ever seen beef, but if the beef is sliced thinly, the chief is not too recognizable. The reason is the same, I've never seen this kind of cooking.

It was too difficult for the Indians, who could not even make iron tools, to ask them to cut their meat into slices.

At this time, Zhao Weiji and Dongfang Li entered the main table.

"I'm sorry Chief, we're late."

After Snow translated this sentence to the chief, the chief signaled that it didn't matter, so Zhao Weiji and Dongfang Li did it.

At this time, the people are basically complete, so everyone is no longer polite, and the table is opened.

However, after the banquet, trouble came again, that is, the chopsticks prepared on the banquet were too difficult for these Indian natives, but fortunately, Zhao Weiji had already thought of a countermeasure to this, and he had made a batch of forks to distribute to various restaurants in Xinhua City a long time ago.

However, the owners of the restaurant didn't quite understand why this was at that time, but because it was given by the prince, it was still given away for free, so the bosses accepted it.

This is where these forks come in handy.

So Zhao Weiji immediately instructed Dongfang Li to find someone to take out the forks and then give them to the chiefs.

Forks were much easier to use than chopsticks, so the chief quickly learned how to use them and was able to eat happily.

This, combined with the fact that there was a spoon attached to the table in addition to a fork, made the chief realize for the first time that he could eat in this way in addition to his hands.

And when he tasted the dishes on the table, the chief had only one feeling, and that was that he almost swallowed his tongue.

She had never eaten anything so delicious, and before this meal, food was nothing more than a necessity for her to survive, and eating was a mere routine for these Indians.

They never imagined that eating could be a pleasure.

The reason for this situation is not only because of the breadth and depth of Chinese cuisine. Another important reason is that these Indians don't even use salt.

Salt is the first of all flavors, and any non-sweet delicacy is not delicious without salt.

So one can think of how the Indians, who had been using food without salt for a long time, could have enjoyed the process of eating.

"Why is this beef so delicious?" The chief couldn't take it anymore, and finally asked about the secret of the delicacy.

"It's actually quite simple, we put salt." Zhao Weiji didn't plan to give them a cooking class here, because he didn't have much research on cooking himself.

But he can make these Indians dependent on salt here, and I don't think anyone who has eaten food with salt in it wants to go back and eat that bland taste.

"Salt? Lord, how do you translate this thing? Snow was a little embarrassed at this point, because the word salt did not appear in the Indian language, at least not yet.

"You just tell her in Chinese pronunciation."

So Snow transliterated it directly.

“yan？ What is Yan? "The chief still doesn't understand what salt is.

So Zhao Weiji asked Dongfang Li to find the kitchen to make a piece of barbecue without any seasoning, and then brought it to the chief.

"You try this." Zhao Weiji made a gesture of please.

Snow cut a slice of roasted meat with a knife and placed it in front of the chief, who picked up his fork and put it in his mouth.

The taste was the same as the barbecue she usually ate, tasteless.

"It's no different from what we usually eat."

Of course, Zhao Weiji knew that the chief would say this, so he picked up the salt shaker that was served with the barbecue, grabbed a small pinch of salt from it and sprinkled it evenly on the barbecue, and then asked Snow to cut a piece and put it in front of the chief.

"You can taste it again, doesn't it make a difference?"

Although he didn't understand what Zhao Weiji did, the chief still picked up the second piece of barbecue and put it in his mouth.

This time, the feeling is obviously different, and the barbecue with a certain salty taste is obviously much better than before.

"What kind of magic is this?" This incredible change left the chief somewhat at a loss.

"It's not magic, I'm just putting some salt on top of the meat, you can't taste it." After speaking, Zhao Weiji grabbed a small pinch of salt from the salt shaker and put it on the back of the chief's hand.

The chief carefully licked the salt from the back of his hand and was surprised to find that the taste was the same as the saltiness he had just tasted on the meat, and that the saltiness came from the tiny white grains.

"This ......, is that what you mean by salt? How many more of these do you have? What do I need to be able to exchange with you. "When the chief figured out what it was that made the roast delicious, he immediately understood the importance of the salt.

So she immediately offered to exchange things for these salts.

Zhao Weiji waited all night, and finally waited for what he wanted, as long as the chief spoke, Zhao Weiji's next thing would be easy to do.

The chief didn't know that the dinner she participated in tonight was a Hongmen banquet at all, and Zhao Weiji had prepared countless ** at this Hongmen banquet, and what he wanted was that the chief would unknowingly sell the entire clan to Zhao Weiji.

Just as Zhao Weiji was about to answer the chief's question, a person suddenly broke into the private room where the main table was located, and this person was one of the many Indians sitting at the small table outside.

But there was something strange about the man when he came in, his steps were a little vain, his walk was a little shaky, and his cheeks were red, and he felt like he was drunk.

The man kneeled before the chief as soon as he entered, and made the queen feel like he was pleading and muttering to the chief.

"Snow, what is this man talking about?"

"Lord Hui, this man begged their chief to get more of the kind of divine water he had in his hand from us, and he said that the divine water was too delicious, and it was too comfortable to drink."

At this time, Zhao Weiji already knew what the divine water in the mouth was, but in fact, it was not divine water, but wine, pure Chinese liquor.

This is the second ** that Zhao Weiji prepared for the Indians, that is, alcohol.

Zhao Weiji did not know whether the Indians would make their own wine, but according to the history known to Zhao, later North American Indians had a serious tradition of alcoholism. This nation seems to be very addicted to alcohol.

So Zhao Weiji decided to use the Yankees to deal with the Indians as well, that is, to provide a large amount of wine to make them addicted, so as to achieve a kind of control in disguise.

At this time, more Indians came in with bottles, and they did the same thing as the first man.

If the first person couldn't attract the chief's attention, then the people who came in later couldn't help but make the chief curious about this kind of divine water.

So she went to Snow and asked for the same thing.

"Give it to her, it's just wine."

After Snow learned what it was from Zhao Weiji's mouth, he asked the waiter for a small pot of wine, and then poured a small glass and gave it to the chief.

The chief tried to take a sip, and when she first drank it, the pungent pungency made her a little unbearable, but when she took a sip of wine, the feeling of blood boiling under the stimulus of alcohol made the chief feel inexplicably comfortable, so she took another sip.

At last she realized why so many people had come to beg her to get more of this divine water from these people, and this water was indeed divine water.

So she spoke again: "I don't know if you can exchange more of this divine water for us at the same time, and you can just open your mouth if you want anything." ”

Now Zhao Weiji was completely relieved, these Indians have been completely trapped, and it is estimated that they can cheat a lot of gold no matter what they say next.

However, Zhao Weiji doesn't plan to buy gold by fraud at one time and it's over, it's what he has to do to catch a big fish with a long line, after all, completely sinicizing these people is the real plan.

"I can send a large number of these things to the chief."

Hearing Zhao Weiji's words, the chief was a little excited and speechless.

"But ......." Just when the chief was excited, Zhao Weiji said the next words.

"But if you want more after this batch is used up, you'll have to use gold to get it again."

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