Especially the blonde little Lori opposite, her little face was flushed with excitement, and her adoring eyes looked at her tall and mighty father without blinking.

The little fat man felt that the routine of these congratulatory messages sounded a little familiar.

However, the lord did not have the text of the speech in his hand, and even if the content of the speech was written by the secretary, it would have taken a lot of effort for the honorable Lord Stewart to memorize it all, and it was quite rare to express it with emotion and enthusiasm on this solemn occasion.

So the little fat man also gave his applause in a decent way, and kept nodding his head, looking very sure.

Except for the last, his gaze moved to the lord's head, and he suddenly felt that his head was not handsome at all, looking at the big back head that was smooth enough to kill flies.

The first appetizer of the banquet is somewhat traditional.

It is customary to celebrate the feast on the first day of the harvest every year.

On this morning, before the sun was in the middle of the day, the lord led the lord to the pre-selected lake area with the principal officials of the town government and the town council, and cast the first net of the year.

The number of fish in this net is often a symbol of what the harvest will be like that year.

It is worth noting that this event may have a showmanship component, but it is by no means more than symbolic.

In the first year of their official tenure, every lord and principal official of Luoma Town must practice the stunt of maneuvering the ship and casting the net with a real and beautiful hand.

No one knows when this rule was enacted, but to this day, it is still used as an important basis for evaluating administrative officers, an unwritten unspoken rule.

For thousands of years, it has been passed down from generation to generation.

Other things such as breeding, farming, logging, etc., are not listed and vary according to the characteristics of each village and town.

You don't have to work every day, but if you want to become a lord and an official of a place, you have to be the most capable of the local event.

Phil was a little surprised when he first heard about Catherine Kop's common sense.

It was hard for him to imagine that the bigwigs, who were full of fat brains and leather shoes, would be as dirty and smelly as real fishermen, rather than disgusted by the fishy staining his latest custom-made leather boots.

But I have to admit that this is a very pragmatic and very reasonable custom.

The people here are generally simple and strong, and it is difficult for the locals to accept that a person who does not know how to farm or even know how to distinguish vegetable seedlings can lead them to the harvest season and welcome a better life.

Like a region that produces excellent warriors, it's hard to imagine their lord being a weak, powerless sissy.

If that's the case, even if there is a law constraint, then the best fate for this lord is to be stripped naked by his subordinate lords on a dark and windy night, secretly hung under the gatehouse of his house, and finally quietly get out of the house without dignity.

In this regard, even the higher authorities will never stand up for him.

The folk customs are like this, but they are very good.

It's far away, and it's going to turn around.

Usually the fish of choice for the first net is the famous red lion fish in Lok Ma Lake.

As the name suggests, the red lion fish has a bright red body, is generally no more than one meter two in length, has a stout physique, a fierce temperament, feeds on shrimp and other trash fish, and each scale on its body is larger than the palm of Phil's hand.

At this time of year, it is the season for red lion fish to migrate and spawn.

Each female red lion fish lays hundreds of eggs, which is a specialty of several fishing towns led by Lok Ma Town, which is specially supplied to royalty and even overseas.

Because the yield is not high and it is not easy to preserve, the price is extremely high, and it can be said that each fish egg is worth more than a gemstone.

The first appetizer of the Fishing and Fire Festival dinner is the roe of the red lionfish, which is only one per person.

When the fiery red fish eggs were placed in front of each guest on a snow-white plate, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

It wasn't the first time Phil had seen this legendary delicacy, but perhaps because of the atmosphere, tonight was particularly impressive.

Each of the red eggs is the size of a ping-pong ball, and under the bright crystal light, it shimmers with a blurry brilliance, as if there is a layer of red flame attached to the surface of the fish eggs, dancing a rhythmic dance.

No wonder there is only one per person, this is clearly a ruby, more like a work of art than food, and it is worth a lot just by selling it.

Phil had a great appetite and picked up a knife and fork, but he felt a little at a loss, he used to hold it directly by hand at home, and was taught countless times by Catherine.

After a few years, his knives and forks are still not used well, and they are far less convenient and proficient than chopsticks.

After trying several times, I couldn't eat it in my mouth, and the fish eggs with excellent elasticity bounced a few times in the snow-white saucer and almost fell out, which was a bit embarrassing.

"Poof!"

A small laugh sounded on the opposite side, and the little Lori saw it as a joke, which was the first reaction of the little fat man.

I didn't dare to look up at people, and I was about to be ruthless and solve the battle with a fork when the crisp and pleasant words sounded again.

"The eggs of the red lion fish are the freshest when eaten raw, and they do not need to be stewed, let alone pierced with a knife and fork, so that the juice in them is wasted. Put it whole in your mouth, and the moment you bite it, the delicious juice will take over your entire taste buds. ”

While talking, little Lori was demonstrating, moving slowly and stretching, extremely skilled.

At first glance, he usually eats and practices secretly, typical corruption and favoritism, and the little fat man is even more reluctant to take care of it.

But when he really put the fish eggs in his mouth and bit them down, he couldn't care about complaining.

There is no fishy smell at all, the texture is like the best jelly, only a fresh and sweet taste fills the mouth.

The flavor is rich and persistent, like a small bowl of soup condensed from countless seafood, with a hint of sweetness.

The little fat man took the opportunity to arrange the napkin, raised his head and expressed his gratitude to the other side, and used this to hide his embarrassment.

The other party didn't mind, everyone who had eaten fish eggs was about the same, but this little fat man's stupid appearance, with that funny figure, didn't look so hateful.

The banquet continued, and the next few main courses were not unusual, focusing on the fish, shrimp and shellfish caught that day, accompanied by other meats and vegetables.

It is mainly based on large quantities to ensure that today's guests can be fed, which is also a significant difference between a township banquet and a big city reception.

The main meal lasted almost an hour before it ended, but the banquet was only halfway through, and the rest of the time was the occasion for the host and guests to drink and chat.

Catherine was busy gossiping with her girlfriends, and her parents were short and interested, and they couldn't take care of their baby son for a while. entrusted the little fat man, or rather, sent it to the blonde little Loliana and asked her to take care of it.

So, the little fat man followed by a small tail, and he happily visited the huge lord's mansion.

Two little boys and little girls who are about the same age, both have blonde hair and blue eyes, and they are both wearing exquisite dresses, and they are still very compatible when they stand together, which is quite a bit of a golden boy and a girl.

Although Phil didn't think so, he praised it so when he met several waves of adults in a row.

Especially the last one, the level of praise is so embarrassing that it almost makes him feel that the other party is selling his daughter.

Yes, the last man in green, who blocked the way, and looked more like a mountain king than a nobleman, was the host of tonight's banquet, His Excellency the Grand Knight of Hampton Stewart.

I have to admit that Hampton's eloquence is quite good, with clear pronunciation, fluent speech, quotations from classics, and exquisite diction.

Under his description, he and Xiao Anna are simply a talented and beautiful couple, a match made in heaven.

Even when it came to excitement, he patted the little fat man on the shoulder with a giant hand like a bear's paw, almost didn't pat him down, and enthusiastically encouraged him to pursue his daughter.

Phil stood a little further away without a trace, trying to avoid the unknown liquid that spewed out of the large mouth of the blood basin.

Perhaps because he had drunk a lot of alcohol, the lord didn't stop talking for several minutes.

It wasn't until the little Lori next to her was blushing with shame, and she took the lord's arm reproachfully and dragged him away that she stopped.

In this way, he turned back to Phil and made a cheering gesture as he walked.

It was terrible, Phil froze in place, and it took a long time to come to his senses, shake his head, and smile bitterly.

How shameless it must be to say something like that.

He just hadn't figured out why, and it wasn't until later that he learned why.