"White noodles? It seems to have it......" When Hong Tao heard it, he immediately felt bad!

"That's not it, let's stop stir-frying, it's a hot day, we don't want to watch you suffer, let's have a meal of crocodile-stuffed dumplings, it's not as delicious as dumplings, Brother Liu, what do you say?" The fat boss threw out his killer move.

"Hey, don't say it, I haven't eaten dumplings for many days, Hong Tao, just dumplings, don't be too salty!" Boss Liu slapped his thigh and happily stretched out his thumb to the fat boss!

"I ...... Fat uncle, you really deserve to open a resort, Cheng ...... Cheng ...... "Hong Tao was immediately unhappy, and the teacup in his hand was also put down, this Nima is the rhythm of tired people, counting the staff of the camp, dozens of people, making dumplings!" Even if you eat 10 dumplings per person, you have to have hundreds of dumplings, not to mention that one person here counts as one, and that is not like a master who eats 10 dumplings and is full!

"Hey, say okay, I'm not bullying you, I'll make the dumpling filling, not because I'm afraid you'll be tired, I'm afraid that you won't be able to do it well, as for the rest, you can do it yourself, no one is allowed to help him!" The fat boss didn't seem to plan to let Hong Tao go, and said directly in Chinese to the people around him, regardless of whether people understood it or not.

"I'll punch my left, I'll punch my right, and I'll punch in the middle!" Hong Tao's voice came from the kitchen, and at this moment he was mixing noodles in a large stainless steel bucket, because there were too many people, this flour was directly mixed with half a bag.

At this time, Hong Tao could no longer care about whether he was comfortable or uncomfortable, so he divided the flour into 4 parts, put it in 4 buckets, and called 3 black employees to help the cook. Let's make peace with everyone. The three black employees who had been tricked by Hong Tao were quite happy, because Hong Tao did not ask them to help, but told them that he wanted to teach them a Chinese trick.

"You kid is lacking in virtue, do they wash their hands and noodles, how do I think that noodles are a little dark!" Half of the fat boss's head was exposed at the kitchen door, and he was a little disappointed to see Hong Tao leading a few black people, but this is okay, who made him not know English, and there was no place to talk about wanting to expose Hong Tao's conspiracy.

"Do you mean that people's hands are still discolored? Hurry up and get the stuffing out. I'll be able to use this face after waking up for a while. Don't delay your meal because the stuffing isn't ready, you can't blame me! "Hong Tao is very proud, play with uncle, cut!

"You don't have to worry about this. It will only be faster than you, not slower than you. The fat boss rolled his eyes. Turned around and walked away.

"Damn! What a mistake. Forget about this old Wei! Hong Tao saw the fat boss's smug appearance and felt that something was wrong, so he quietly walked out of the kitchen to take a look. Okay! The fat boss is not stupid, and he doesn't know where to find a hand-cranked stuffing machine, at this time, a black man is under the command of Wei Han to put the crocodile meat cut into small pieces into the stuffing machine, no wonder he didn't hear the sound of chopping meat filling!

The fat boss didn't want to exhaust Hong Tao to death, but because he always suffered losses, he wanted to find a way to take revenge on Hong Tao. In the end, this dumpling became a national mobilization, the fat boss took two black men to make stuffing, Hong Tao took a few black people to make noodles, and finally even Simba and a few hunting guides also participated, they had high expectations for this Chinese characteristic food.

When the stuffing and noodles were ready, Hong Tao found another problem, there was no rolling pin! However, this problem was easily solved by Boss Liu, beer bottles!

In the project of making dumplings, if the speed and standardization of the Chinese are the first, then the black people in Africa are definitely the champions in artistry and creativity. They only watched Boss Liu and Fat Boss wrap a few on the side, and then rushed up with a pair of black hands and joined the ranks of making dumplings with enthusiasm.

It may be due to their high talent in sports and music, so they don't have rich skill points to allocate to the ability to imitate, and the dumplings they make are of different shapes, including triangles, crescents, spindles, and buns.

Then Simba and the three white hunters couldn't help it, and also joined the dumpling-making team, although their craftsmanship was not good, and the dumplings couldn't stand up, but they didn't need to think hard to see that they were dumplings at a glance, and they were qualified.

"Hey, fat uncle, don't bring this, you just pick the dumplings you and Uncle Liu made to eat, and you can also eat the rest!" When the dumplings were cooked and served, Hong Tao found another problem, the fat boss could tell the one that was wrapped by himself and the one that was made by someone else according to the shape of the dumplings, and he didn't touch any of the other people's bags.

"Gotcha, gotcha, go around your fat uncle, just their hands, don't talk about eating, I'm disgusting when I think about it, why don't you taste it?" The fat boss sandwiched a triangular dumpling into Hong Tao's bowl.

"Eat it, people have black skin, and it's not dirty!" Hong Tao actually didn't want to eat it, but he was forced to come here, not only did he have to eat, but he also had to eat without hesitation.

"Don't say it, this crocodile stuffing is really not unpalatable, it's similar to beef filling, and it doesn't taste weird." Hong Tao was quite satisfied with this dumpling.

Not only Hong Tao is satisfied, everyone in the camp is satisfied with this food, even Boss Liu, who has always been picky, is full of praise for the meat filling made by crocodiles, and he even discussed the issue of importing crocodile meat to China through Hong Tao and Simba, but Simba doesn't know much about this issue, he just said that he can use quick-frozen methods to process some crocodile meat, and first air it to Boss Liu to China, of course, Boss Liu has to pay for it.

However, this dumpling also had a side effect, that is, the next morning, Hong Tao found that it was still dumplings early, although those black people were not very good, but they stole very quickly, except for the appearance, the taste of the dumplings was basically not bad, but it was a little lighter.

Hong Tao is reluctant to deny other people's achievements, but he is really not used to eating boiled dumplings in the morning, in the habits of northerners, breakfast is very different from lunch and dinner. But people kindly prepared dumplings for everyone, and Hong Tao was embarrassed to say that he wouldn't eat them, so he came up with another idea, took the two black cooks to the kitchen, took out the cake-like thing they used for barbecue, poured a little coconut oil, and then put the boiled dumplings on it, and directly changed the dumplings to pot stickers.

Where have these black men ever seen such wonderful cooking skills, when they saw that the white dumplings turned into golden brown things when they turned on the cake pan, and the taste of them changed significantly, they immediately admired Hong Tao.

So Hong Tao's name changed from Tao to Chinese dumplings! Hong Tao was reluctant to accept the name, but after Dutch's explanation, Hong Tao had to accept it if he didn't accept it. It turns out that in the naming habits of the locals, adding the name of an object, building or animal to the name is a very high-end atmosphere and high-grade embodiment, generally only people who are more NB in the tribe can have this kind of name, and the Dutch pee they have been here for several years, and they have never received such a noble name.

After breakfast, Hong Tao and his party packed their luggage, took a large bag and got on the off-road vehicle again, but this time it was not to go hunting, but to the small airport and take a private plane to the next hunting camp.

The decision to change the camp was discussed last night, and originally in Nathan's plan, Hong Tao and his party should stay in Simba camp for about 5 days before changing the camp. However, people are not as good as heaven, they only took more than a day to hunt the bison and leopard among the five major beasts in Africa, and the remaining three animals are not distributed around the Simba camp, so after everyone's discussion, it was decided to change the hunting ground in advance.

The biggest opponent of this resolution was the fat boss, who did not have an opinion on changing the hunting grounds, but was full of despair about taking that small plane. But this is the East African savannah, and there is neither a high-speed train to sit on nor a highway to get to.

If you don't fly in such a small plane, you would have to drive more than 700 kilometers across the grassland to reach another hunting ground. The lesser of two evils, the fat boss still understands this truth, rather than sleeping on the grassland for several days, it is better to endure it for a few hours on the plane, and the long pain is better than the short pain, especially in the case of how to choose it is painful. (To be continued......)