Someone kept throwing wood into the fire, and the flames burned brightly, and the autumn chill was immediately offset.
Dozens of Maori danced around the fire and sang, with their voices rising and falling, while other Maori harmonized with the harmonies. As night fell, the atmosphere became more and more lively.
Dad Bo looked at the Maori people dancing around the fire and said, "It turns out that New Zealand also has square dancing."
Wang Bo laughed and peeed: "Dad, that's not a square dance, that's a war dance. Did you see that they were constantly beating their chests and making punches? This is a war dance."
The blogger's mother couldn't help but gasped: "They must love to fight. You see they are covered in tattoos. They dance and grin. It's really scary."
Wang Bo further explained: "Tattoos are Maori culture. This cannot be used as a basis for judging their personality. However, overall, Maori people have more bad tempers and are more likely to cause conflicts with others."
Eva smiled and said, "Do you like tattoos?"
Wang Bo thought about it and found a story. After graduating from high school, he was preparing to go to college. At that time, he wanted to get a tattoo. However, he did not get tattoos to look good or show off, but because he was worried about being bullied when he went to college abroad. Getting a tattoo would fool people.
On this point, Bo's father and Bo's mother quite agreed with him at the time. The two parents were not very rigid parents and they could accept small-scale tattoos on the body.
After final consideration, Wang Bo decided to forget it. The reason was that it was difficult to find a wife once he got a tattoo, and the circles he came into contact with were conservative. Girls preferred clean and honest boys to prodigal sons with many stories.
There were tourists staying overnight in the town. The bonfires were burning very high and could be seen in the center of the town. When they learned that the Maori were holding a Hangi dinner, the tourists drove over.
Maori people are very good in this regard. They are very enthusiastic. When they see someone arriving, a group of Maori people will collectively do a war dance to welcome them, and they will keep shouting.
The tourists felt the goodwill and joined in the war dance. As they went back and forth, the circle around the bonfire suddenly became larger...
Atulu waved his arms and cheered: "Guys, jump up, jump up, guys! Who else is coming? Come on, come on, let us raise our glasses and cheer! Wuwuwuwu! Mayor, you come too Voice!"
When Wang Bo saw everyone reaching out to him, he had no choice but to stand up, pat his chest and roar.
Atulu was like a DJ, cheering: "The roar from our savage mayor, the loud sound! Ouch!"
"Ouch!" "Ouch!"
A group of people started barking, and the strong men went crazy, wagging their tails and barking, and the dog's face looked excited.
Atulu sat down and said happily: "Boss, how are you? Isn't it fun to have more people?"
Wang Bo said: "Yes, it's very interesting, but you'd better pray that the fish we prepare is enough. Anyway, the fish I prepared is for fifty people."
Not to mention fifty people, there are two hundred people!
The only thing he should be thankful for is that he didn't decide to stay in the pasture, otherwise so many people and the noise alone could cause the cows to miscarry!
Atulu didn't care and said: "Of course it's no problem. In addition to beef and mutton, there are more than forty rabbits in it. Even a hundred people can't eat these rabbits."
The rabbits produced in the pasture are very fat. Indeed, forty fat rabbits are enough to feed a hundred people.
At about eight o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark, and the Maori people began to move the bonfire.
The crowd stepped aside and shoveled the burning fire aside with iron shovels, so that a steaming open space remained.
When the autumn wind cooled the ground, several Maori people went up and lifted up the layers of soil, finally revealing the tightly wrapped tinfoil and gauze scarves.
When you open the tinfoil and gauze towel, a stream of white steam rises into the sky like a sharp sword, bringing with it the mouth-watering aroma of meat.
The Maori people all stood up and cheered. Wang Bo didn't understand where these guys got the energy to dance like this all night, and his calves even cramped.
A tourist nearby looked at the Maori who was digging out the fish meat with interest and said: "This is really interesting. You can't see such pure Hangi in the city!"
Someone else said: "Of course, no fires, no smoke, no loud noises, that's why we came to these towns."
Wang Bo was moved after hearing this. If Sunset Town wants to build a tourism industry, it must develop its own characteristics, and returning to nature is a good characteristic.
Pieces of fragrant beef, mutton, and pork were brought out, as well as whole hare and pheasant. The Maori people knew the basics and brought them to Wang Bo immediately.
The food delivered was complete, including a piece of beef, a piece of mutton, a piece of pork, a chicken and a fat rabbit each.
The smell of meat was fragrant. Wang Bo raised his wine glass to signal to the Maori townspeople who came to deliver the meat, and then drank the wine in one gulp. The Maori next to him fist bumped with him.
There was a lot of food, but he and his parents, Eva and his sisters, couldn't eat it, so they invited the tourists nearby to eat with them.
A white man took a bite, gave a thumbs up and said: "It's great, my God, I want to eat my tongue! Can Hangy be so delicious?"
Some people exaggeratedly said: "I'm going to throw away my steamer when I go back. Damn it, that steamer hangi is so unauthentic. This is what hangi feels like!"
Wang Bo ate the rabbit legs and asked: "Is there any steamer hangi?"
The person next to him replied: "Yes, man, it is an innovative thing. Dig a hole in the ground and bury an electric pot. This way no flame is needed and no smoke will appear, and then the meat will be stewed inside."
"That meat tastes like ****! I swear, I'm not exaggerating!"
"Oh, brother, don't say that, you succeeded in making me sick!"
After eating the fish, all the tourists present praised the deliciousness of hangi. Seeing this, Wang Bo asked the tourists around him, "If there is such a hangi every day, but you need to pay to buy it in order to eat it, oh, it's like Are you interested in eating like a buffet?"
"Depending on the money, if it's within my affordability, of course I'm willing to accept such a truly delicious hangi once. Man, you can't eat anything like this anywhere else!"
Wang Bo nodded to express his understanding, okay, Maori must become an important part of his tourism industry.
In fact, the Maori people prefer this. After having a delicious meal, Atulu slowly sat over and said: "Boss, there is something that the guys asked me to remind you."
"What's the matter? Salary? You will receive your salary when you go to work tomorrow." Wang Bo said.
"No, it's autumn now, and the building block houses in the town need to be painted. Look, my guys are here, and they are happy to help you do this job... Of course, you need Hangi after they finish it." Atulu Grinning.
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