After a plate of venison was put down, the strong man pressed the back of Wang Bo's chair from behind and stood up. He looked into the pot with wide eyes and salivation, and his eyes almost popped out.
Wang Bo picked up a piece of deer bone and threw it out. Xiao Wang jumped to grab it. The strong man suddenly became unhappy. He went up and bit Xiao Wang's neck with his mouth open, and kept roaring in his throat: "Woo, wu... "
Xiao Wang honestly threw away the bone and shrank back to the side.
Seeing this, the strong man let out a cry of satisfaction. He turned around and just wanted to enjoy the delicious meat bones, but couldn't find anything. When he turned his head again, he saw the fat cat brothers working together to hold the meat bones in their mouths and running very fast.
Wang Bo threw another piece. This time, Xiao Wang jumped up and bit the bone before it hit the ground. He swung his tail and ran away. He found a corner and started chewing.
The Queen walked slowly to Eva, and Eva gave it a piece of meat bone, which was the fattest one. It ate it into its mouth without fighting for it. When she left, she gave the young man a sidelong look with disdain on her face.
The strong man was greatly shocked, and the commander flew over in shock, shouting happily: "Ah, Sabi! Ah, 24K pure Sabi!"
The meat in the pot started to stir, and Wang Bo motioned for everyone to use a slotted spoon to scoop it out as they pleased.
Bowen also advised: "Eat quickly, the venison cannot be stewed, otherwise it will taste like biting wood."
Kuncha scooped up a bowl, and Wang Bo taught him how to dip it into a dipping sauce mixed with tofu, hoisin sauce, and chili sauce. He used chopsticks very skillfully. Thumbs up: "Wow, the meat is so tender and fragrant!"
Cousins and the others were sharing the whiskey, and Kuncha shook his head and said he didn't drink, so the cowboys said he missed the opportunity to taste the delicious pairings.
Wang Bo put some spinach and radish into the pot for seasoning. A cowboy ate the meat and said, "By the way, boss, we have to find time to clean up the foot of the mountain."
"What's the meaning?"
"Some wild deer came down the mountain, but they did not enter the pastures. Instead, they entered the vegetable gardens to steal vegetables. I saw them twice, and they were both large deer with more than a dozen forks."
Oakley said excitedly: "Hey, this is a good hunting opportunity. Take me with you. I've only encountered a deer with more than a dozen branches in Montana once. Unfortunately, it had a fawn and couldn't be hunted."
In this way, Wang Bo also became interested. If it was a small deer or something, he would not be interested, but this was a big deer. There were deer head specimens hunted and made by the dukes in the castle. Unfortunately, they were ruined due to improper maintenance. He wanted to make a few of them himself. .
Peterson said: "If you want to make a deer head, you have to rely on my old buddy, he is a master at doing this stuff, an absolute master."
The old cowboy Maxon now regrets agreeing to move to Sunset Town, but he made a promise at the time, and Peterson always used this to taunt him, so he could only bite the bullet and prepare to move.
Wang Bo promised to help him move the old house together, so he seized this loophole and would not leave as long as the old house was not under construction.
While eating hot pot and chatting, they talked about the boxing match again. Oakley will definitely make a name for himself in the world of boxing, that's for sure. What they discussed was what level of boxing champion Oakley could become.
The black young man is still very humble in this regard. He said: "I haven't received an invitation from the American professional boxing circle yet. Let's wait. I hope to win a light heavyweight boxing championship."
Wang Bo asked: "Have you not received the message yet? How could it be? This competition is quite a sensation."
"This is because you don't understand Americans," Bowen curled his lips. "They are the center of the world. They only care about the United States. Will they take the non-professional boxing matches in New Zealand seriously?"
The pretty Mexican guy muttered, "You sound like you're not American."
Bowen was stunned for a moment, then showed a horrified expression: "God, am I an American? Damn, I am, but I always thought I was a New Zealander."
"Haha, you beautiful traitor."
The snow is falling heavily outside, the hot pot is boiling in the house, and the fragrant water vapor is filling the air. The strong man is already full, and he is still squinting and inhaling greedily.
It snowed all night and cleared up the next day. Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief. The snow was not that heavy. If it snowed as heavily as last time, he would have to clear the snow again.
When he was at work, he first arranged for Kidd to find game videos and related reports, and then asked Bowen for the office addresses of some professional boxing associations in the United States and mailed these materials.
Then, Elizabeth knocked on the door and said to him: "Boss, someone from the Austrian City Council is here."
Wang Bo quickly swept a bunch of snacks on the table into the drawer. Then he realized that this was not a domestic officialdom. The Aocheng Council had no jurisdiction over him. Why did he prey on these people
"Why do they come to Sunset Town? Are they here to travel?"
Elizabeth shrugged and said: "Only one congressman came, it didn't look like it, and he brought a work team with him."
Anyway, they didn’t come to find him, so he didn’t need to worry about it. Wang Bo leisurely turned on the computer, hugged melon seeds, and continued to eat melon seeds and watch movies.
It turned out that it really had something to do with him. A phone call came soon after. It was from Kobe: "Boss, come to the restaurant. The restaurant needs to be rated."
Wang Bo is the majority shareholder of Sprees' kitchen, and the official restaurant rating does require his presence.
However, this rating is not a Michelin tire rating, but a health inspection and practitioner assessment, which is somewhat similar to the inspection by the domestic health bureau.
New Zealand's catering industry attaches great importance to health and safety. This work is directly supervised by the regional councils. They are responsible for the health conditions of restaurants in each jurisdiction, and they issue health grade certificates to restaurants based on the results of on-site inspections.
This inspection is conducted irregularly. As long as it fails once, it will almost be unable to operate for at least a month and must be rectified.
New Zealand's Food Safety Act requires every business that sells food and beverages to the public to place the hygiene grade certificate in the most visible place in the restaurant for consumers to browse and supervise.
This time, the congressman came with prosecutors to assess hygiene.
When Wang Bo arrived at the restaurant, he showed his ID to show his relationship with the restaurant. He knew the congressman leading the team, and they had met him at Mayor Sack's party. His name was Creed Thompson.
There must be no hygiene issues in Sprees' kitchen. After all, it is positioned as the most exclusive restaurant in town, and a meal costs thousands of New Zealand dollars. How can the hygiene be poor
After an inspection, Councilor Kolled signed the inspection report, then shook hands with Wang Bo and said, "Congratulations, Wang, your restaurant is rated A."
After saying this, he signed another certificate, marked the date, replaced the previous one, and placed it on the wall behind the cashier in the restaurant.
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