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My father invited the villagers to sit down. There were various cigarettes, melon seeds, dried fruits and playing cards on the table. After everyone sat down, they ate melon seeds, drank tea and started playing cards.
The cigarettes used for entertaining guests were foreign cigarettes that Wang Bo brought back from New Zealand. Someone picked up a pack and looked at it and asked in surprise: "Brother, why are these Chinese cigarettes?"
The blogger smiled and said: "Little blogger said that there is no good tobacco in New Zealand. This cigarette is specially made for export by our country. Try it, try it. It is not easy to buy in China."
Wang Bo brought back a large box of cigarettes. There are no well-known cigarette brands in New Zealand. What he bought were mainly domestic and foreign cigarettes and American cigarettes. For example, there were several Dunhills.
People were coming and going in the yard, cups were being exchanged in the house, and Wang Bo and his mother were busy working in the kitchen.
Today, there are four tables of catfish rice in their house, with about ten people on each table, and a total of more than forty people. The five rooms of his house are almost full of people.
It is no small task to prepare meals for more than 40 people. Wang Bo's parents started preparing yesterday. Dishes such as sauced meat, crispy fish, smoked fish, and dried fish are cold dishes, so preparing them in advance is also delicious. No difference.
Wang Bo also prepared salads according to the Western food model, one was a fruit salad and the other was a vegetable salad. They were mixed with salad dressing and honey and served together with cold dishes. The villagers had a great time eating.
Each table has sixteen dishes, eight hot, four cold and four soups. This is the tradition of their hometown. The portions of the sixteen dishes are large, but the fishermen and men all have a good appetite, so the more dishes they prepare, the better.
The eight hot dishes are fried tenderloin, chili oil residue, elbow meat, five-spice fish roll, braised mackerel, steamed lobster, steamed king crab, and finally a wok-cook catfish.
The four soups are chicken soup with sea clams, lamb offal soup, and sea cucumber and egg drop soup. In addition, Wang Bo served a lamb and scorpion pot, which can also be used as a soup.
People in the village only need big fish and meat for their meals, and they don't pay much attention to the taste and appearance. The big iron pot keeps churning, and Wang Bo and his mother are almost ready after working hard for a while.
Mother and father went into the house to entertain the guests, while Wang Bo and Zhong Dabao stayed in the kitchen, watching the falling snow outside and starting to drink and eat.
The two of them also prepared a pot of lamb and scorpions. In addition, he opened a small stove to fry spicy crabs, stir-fried clams, stir-fried lamb tripe, plus two cold dishes. The size of the table for the two of them was better than that in the room. To go up a notch.
Zhong Dabao is a carnivore. He picked up a piece of mutton and scorpion and started eating it. After taking the first bite, his eyes lit up and he shouted: "Damn it, this mutton is delicious!"
Wang Bo laughed and said: "Eat more delicious food. This pot is all yours. I will bring you half a fan when I leave later. I brought back a lot from New Zealand."
Neighbors in the house were also praising the lamb. The blogger proudly said: "This is the best lamb in New Zealand. It sells for more than 50 yuan per pound..."
"Fifty yuan of lamb? It's not expensive at all. Uncle, ask Xiaobo to get some later." Someone said.
The blogger chuckled and said, "I'm talking about fifty yuan in New Zealand dollars. If New Zealand money is converted into our RMB, one pound is worth more than two hundred yuan..."
"Damn it, is it more expensive than a giant lobster?"
"How is that possible? This big lobster, Xiao Bo said, is from Australia and costs over a thousand yuan per piece." The Bo's father became more and more proud as he talked, and of course he also meant to show off.
For parents, the greatest pride is to have a successful child.
In this way, the villagers were wondering while drinking, and asked: "What on earth is Xiaobo doing in New Zealand? Isn't it really a pyramid scheme to make so much money?"
Bo's mother stuffed a piece of crab to the speaker and scolded with a smile: "Fourth, you don't know how to talk less, eat more and talk less. My little Bo is doing foreign trade business, mainly because of the support of noble people."
"Then let Xiaobo also support our fellow villagers."
The person next to him laughed and said: "You want to follow Xiaobo? Then what can you do? Xiaobo speaks foreign languages abroad. Last time I heard him talking on the phone at the entrance of the village, his words were all in foreign languages, just like American blockbusters. .”
Others were unconvinced and said: "I can't say, but my son is okay. It's okay to take my son out to learn more. Look at Xiaobo, when he comes back this time, his temperament is completely different. Do you feel this way?" "
Dad Bo chuckled and said, "His second brother is good at talking. What kind of temperament can Xiao Bo have? Eat, eat, eat. Let's try these crabs. King crabs are different from the blue crabs we have here."
In the kitchen, Zhong Dabao had a similar topic. He gnawed on the mutton chops and muttered: "Old Wang, please take me abroad to see it. Staying at home doesn't make any money."
Wang Bodao: "If you really want to go out, I'll take you, but I suggest you stay here and run the fishery with my dad. I'll give you a share, which will make a lot of money."
Zhong Dabao was embarrassed: "What's going on when your dad and I go to sea? I'm not a relative of your family and I'm not from your village."
Wang Bo smiled and gave him a piece of crab stained with chili sauce, and said, "You don't care what happens. The boat belongs to my family. Whatever happens is what I say will happen."
After a catfish meal, the villagers left in the evening, and Wang Bo and his parents began to clean up the mess. Zhong Dabao couldn't count on it, he was already drunk.
Bo's father and Bo's mother carefully packed up the leftovers on the plate. Wang Bo threw them all away with a loud splash. Seeing this, Bo's mother felt distressed: "You naughty kid, why are you so miserable?"
Wang Bo said helplessly: "Mom, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, who do you want to let eat the leftovers? Besides, we are not short of money now, so if we don't keep these leftovers, we will throw them away."
Dad Bo nodded and said: "Yes, Xiao Bo is right, but we should try not to waste it. Don't throw away this fried meat. Put it in the refrigerator and eat it after the New Year."
Wang Bo: “…”
It was New Year's Eve just two days after the catfish meal. According to custom, Wang Bo and his father went to visit the graves of their ancestors.
Their family was considered a sparsely populated family in Wangjia Fishing Village. It was passed down to only three generations, and there were only two direct relatives within four generations, so it was particularly deserted when visiting the grave.
But Bo's father didn't care. His son had made a career abroad and filled a big boat for the family as soon as he came back. One of his sons was as good as hundreds of boys in the village, so he held his head high when he went to the grave.
First he went to the graves of his grandma and grandpa. He had no impression of his grandpa. When he was very young, his grandpa died in a fishing accident. Later, when he was in college, his grandma also died of illness.
Wang Bo had deep feelings for his kind and strong grandmother. After her death, he was no longer afraid of ghosts and gods.
Kneeling in front of the grave, he kowtowed and whispered: "Grandma, you bless your grandson in heaven, and you must be a good person in New Zealand! Next time you visit the grave, your grandson will bring his grandson to show you!"
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