Just when everyone unloaded the equipment from the car and prepared the big tent, the Maasai warrior disappeared again, and when the tent was set up, he suddenly came out of the grass, but people really didn't work for laziness, but for Hong Tao to catch lunch, his javelin was wearing three bells and whistles, according to the Dutch pee, it was the pheasant here, but Hong Tao didn't look like it, this thing was too beautiful, much more beautiful than the pheasant he had ever seen, and it was about to catch up with the macaw.

Speaking of eating, the people of the whole world together can't catch up with a finger of the Chinese. According to the hunter's meaning, the pheasants were defeathered and roasted on the fire, and at most a little sauce was perfect, but Boss Liu and the fat boss stopped this very indiscriminate cooking very seriously.

The two bosses took matters into their own hands and packed all three pheasants and wrapped them in tin foil for food. Then start digging pits in the ground, and then mix the dug loess with salt and water to form thin mud, and start to paste the pheasants one by one.

"Dumplings, what are they doing? Is it to be a sacrificial ceremony? Pan didn't quite understand the actions of the two bosses, why did the pheasants use paste on the mud?

"Why do you call me dumplings! Didn't I say it, my name is Hong Tao! "Hong Tao's current name is no longer called, and several foreigners call him dumplings, if it is more formal, it will be called Chinese dumplings!

"It's a nice name, I'm asking about pheasants, not discussing names." Pan spoke with an air of self-sacrifice at all times.

"It's a Chinese delicacy that you're going to love. In addition, dumplings are also a Chinese delicacy, have you ever eaten them? Hong Tao didn't plan to protest to Pan Ti anymore, it was useless to mention it.

"I've eaten Chinese food, and I also have a Chinese restaurant in Hamburg, and I like scrambled eggs with tomatoes the most." Pan named a Chinese dish she knew about.

"That thing can be made by Chinese elementary school students, it is equivalent to your sandwich, it can't be said that it is not a dish, but it does not represent Chinese food, you wait, you can eat authentic Chinese food in a while." Hong Tao watched as the two bosses buried two mud balls covered with loess mud into the soil. Then the campfire was re-lit on top of it and the pot stand was erected.

Except for this dish called Flower Chicken. Lunch was cooked by a black staff member with only one dish, the name of which was Hong Tao Unknown, and the ingredients were peas, potatoes, diced bacon and several spices. Then put it in a pot and cook for one meal. At the end, it turned into a mushy thing. Yellow with red, disgusting!

There are not many dishes, but there are a lot of spices. There are five or six kinds of sauce just spread on the bread, and with pickled cucumbers, bacon, etc., this is basically a good picnic lunch.

But when the fat boss shoveled the bonfire, dug out the two mud balls from the hot loess, and smashed the clay layer that had been roasted into clay on the outside with a sapper shovel, the three hunting guides, led by Dutch, threw away the sandwiches in their hands, and surrounded the fat boss with their lunch boxes and waited for him to put the disassembled pheasant meat into the lunch box. These are all familiar with the cooking methods of Chinese guests, so they have not shown any skepticism since the two bosses set out to clean up the pheasants.

"Why don't I try it too?" Pan bit a small piece of bread dipped in the yellow and red broth in his mouth, and looked at the white and tender chicken in other people's bowls, and he couldn't help it.

"Eat mine, it's better to smear it with this sauce, or if you like sweet, just ......" Before Hong Tao finished speaking, a piece of chicken in his lunch box was gone, and a few seconds later, a small chicken bone spit out of Pan's mouth.

"Spit out a bone and vomit so sexy, you don't have to pay so much to eat chicken!" Hong Tao doesn't recommend any sauces, so he simply handed his lunch box to Pan, a broken chicken can sell the hue, this girl has never seen anything!

Hong Tao was not really tempted by Pan, he still has more delicious things to cook in the pot, the black tree cobra that was going to sneak attack him just now is quite big, can be more than 2 meters long, it is said that this figure is only a teenager of this snake, this thing can grow to 4 meters long when it becomes an adult.

Hello teenagers! Eat more tender! Although Hong Tao is not a Cantonese person, but he is no stranger to eating snakes, in his previous life he ran to the reservoir to fish, often can meet the snake that comes out to bask in the sun, every time he sees this thing, he will take a shovel all over the ground to chase and kill, and then hand it over to a fishing friend who is a chef, which is a hard dish.

I watched it a lot of times, Hong Tao also learned, no stir-fry pot is not afraid, no Chinese seasoning and no trouble, snake meat is to eat a fresh and tender, the more poisonous the snake meat is more delicate, as for snake venom or something, don't be afraid, those toxins are stored in the poison sac behind the snake head, even if there is no problem in other parts of the body, neurotoxins are afraid of high temperatures, as long as you cook for a while, you don't have to be afraid of any toxins, the only thing you need to pay attention to is not to break the snake gallbladder, once the thing is broken, a pot is bitter.

For pheasants, almost all the people in the world will not be afraid, but for snakes, there are probably not many people in the world who are willing to eat, especially Europeans and Americans, Hong Tao has never seen a snake on the menu of a Western restaurant, whether it is a French meal or Italian food.

For Hong Tao's actions, the three hunters and Pan all frowned and watched, how to tempt Hongtao, these people didn't even touch a finger, not to mention eating, not even touching a finger, the last pot of stewed poisonous snakes was all eaten by Hong Tao and the two bosses, and even the soup was not wasted.

"You're so disgusting, dumplings, you actually eat snakes, I'm afraid this is not something everyone can eat in China, right?" Pan had already eaten all the chicken in Hong Tao's lunch box, and there were still oil stains on his lips. But she didn't miss Hong Tao's goodness at all, and began to squeeze Hong Tao after eating the meat.

"In China, this is a precious dish, only in high-end hotels there are chefs to make, not that Chinese do not want to eat, but China does not have so many snakes to eat, in China there are special snake breeding places, through artificial breeding to meet the demand, but that taste can not be compared with wild snakes." Hong Tao is not afraid of these foreigners saying that they are barbaric, and in terms of food, they belong to backward countries at most.

"Really?" Pan wasn't convinced.

"It's not strange to eat a snake, when you have time to go to China to play, I invite you to eat even stranger food, do you know such a thing as maggots?" Hong Tao asked with a wicked smile.

"Maggots?" Pan picked up his lunch box and planned to drink the broth in the box, although Europeans and Americans eat very simply, they have a good habit, that is, try to eat all the food in their bowls and plates, if leftovers are the biggest insult to the chef, they will also be looked down upon by others.

"Yes, it's that kind of white and fleshy little insects, there is a special dish in China, which is made with them, the skin is crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and a little sweet, just like ......"

"Vomit...... "Hong Tao hasn't finished des......cribing the taste of this dish yet, Pan's lunch box has something more, it seems that her wish to finish her soup is not finished, not only the soup can't be drunk, but the chicken she ate just now also spit out a lot."

"You bad seed! When you say maggots, you say maggots, what do you see me doing! The fat boss on the other side didn't do it anymore, just now when Hong Tao said that maggots were white and fat, he deliberately looked up at him, Hong Tao spoke English at that time, he didn't understand, but from Hong Tao's evil smile, he could see that something was wrong, and now Pan vomited, Wei Han next to him should have translated him slightly.

"Dumplings! You're the least gentlemanly man I've ever seen! I hate you! I curse you! Pan was told by Hong Tao to vomit in public, even if she was calm and couldn't hold her face, but she couldn't scold too fancy words, so she could only use various curses over and over again to retaliate against Hong Tao who had run a few steps away.

After a sumptuous lunch, people who had been busy for most of the day found a shaded place to spread out a blanket and rest for a while, and prepared to continue running in the afternoon. After a while, the fat boss's snoring sounded, accompanied by the ups and downs of the big white belly, like a big toad. (To be continued......)