The value of all resources and people is always an important criterion for people to measure a person.
Originally, because of the conflict between Wang Bo and Sula, and because he was Chinese and had different dressing habits than the others, although the farmers did not boycott him, they were not very enthusiastic about him.
After learning that he owned the Sunset Ranch, all this changed. He immediately became the most popular one. Even Sula, who had previously been in conflict with him, came to him and said a few words, which was a signal of reconciliation.
Wang Bo was not the kind of person to be unreasonable. He responded with a few friendly words, and Sulla apologized:
"Sorry, man, what I did just now was stupid. Rob was right, I was jealous of you, but he didn't say, I thought you were a foreign land investor, here to speculate in real estate. I misunderstood your identity. "
At this point, everyone became happy and ready to eat.
Mondo remodeled his restaurant with a large chimney extending from the roof and an oven below for indoor barbecues.
Wang Bo must admire New Zealanders' love for barbecue. Chinese people usually eat barbecue and drink beer in the summer, while New Zealanders barbecue outdoors all year round in spring, summer and autumn, and indoors in winter.
Mundo's two sons brought several wine barrels up, and everyone swarmed up and poured a glass each.
Luo Bo poured two glasses and gave them to Wang Bo and Hani, signaling them to drink them all in one gulp: "This old guy Mundo is the best at brewing beer. To be honest, the beer he brews is much better than the adulterated beer produced by the breweries outside. ”
Wang Bo didn't want to drink it too quickly. These wines were made from puree and were not mixed with water after brewing. The alcohol content was relatively high, but the taste was indeed good.
The oven was lit, and someone brought the shucked corn from the kitchen. The farmer Bob, who had previously explained how to roast the corn to make it delicious, pushed aside the people around him and sat there to roast the corn.
This roasted corn is different, it's not dry roasted. There are a lot of pots and pans beside him, including honey, soy sauce, olive oil, butter and salad dressing. It's very complete.
"I want something salty, I don't want anything sweet."
"I eat sweet, and this is supposed to be sweet corn, right Bob?"
"Give me some steak sauce. It was good like you did last time."
Bob looked forward to asking Wang Bo: "What about you, buddy, you will have to eat two more corns later. These are sweet corns imported from your country."
"Imported from China?" Wang Bo asked.
Bob nodded: "Yes, it is imported from the south of your country. New Zealand cannot produce corn this season."
"Can't we use greenhouses for planting?" Wang Bo said with an idea.
Bob shook his head while turning over the milky white corn: "That's not possible. The investment in the greenhouse is too big and the machine can't go in. How will we fertilize and break the corn?"
Wang Bo thought about it. Unless he grows his own food, it would be difficult to mechanize the off-season planting of crops.
The chimney was smoking, the coke was always red, and the corn soon took on a light burnt yellow color. Bob flipped the corn with the tongs in his right hand, and began to brush various seasonings on it with the brush in his left hand.
The corn roasts very quickly, and the first dozen or so corns were cooked in three to four minutes.
Bob picked one that looked clean and gave it to Wang Bo, and said proudly: "This is the pickled pepper flavor. I know you all like this taste."
Lao Wang took a bite, and the spicy smell of pickled peppers hit his head. He couldn't help grinning before taking a bite. This was the first time he had eaten corn with this flavor, and it was quite delicious.
Seeing how happy he was eating, Mondo also took one with the same flavor, but threw it away in one bite: "What the hell kind of flavor is this? Forget it, give me a black pepper flavor."
"What a waste." Bob curled his lips. He picked it up and threw it to the strong man. "Come on, dog, you are lucky. You picked up the sweet corn roasted by Bob's Corn King. Eat it."
The strong man was indeed wagging his tail and waiting for food, but he refused to eat the food that came to him. He shook his head and gave Bob a big white eye.
The little parrot said disdainfully: "Ah, Mader is mentally retarded! Ah, the strong man bit him!"
Wang Bo had no idea and stuffed the general into his pocket. This little guy really had no time to keep his peace.
The commander was unwilling and struggled inside. Lao Wang found a piece of fresh unroasted corn, peeled off some tender corn kernels and threw it in.
In this way, the military commander stopped struggling and started pecking and eating happily.
Someone had been paying attention to the fight between the two of them and saw him packing up the little parrot. The man came over and said with a smile: "Is your parrot an African gray parrot?"
"right."
"It is very cute."
Wang Bo said: "Yes, he is very naughty. This child's IQ is extraordinary."
The man said: "I just saw it. It seems to have been talking, but I can't understand it. It is really talking, right?"
The commander liked to speak Chinese instead of English. Wang Bo didn't notice it at first, but later he found that it seemed to stutter a bit, or that it could not pronounce long sounds continuously and could only pronounce a few syllables at once.
One advantage of Chinese compared to English is that every word is monosyllabic, but English is not. Most words are multi-syllable, which makes it easier to speak.
In addition, the little parrot seems to be quite smart. It knows that birds are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of fatness. It usually only talks nonsense when talking to Wang Bo. At other times, it is quite restrained.
This time it had to become famous. After Wang Bo nodded and said that it was speaking Chinese, the farmer said with interest: "I recommend you to participate in the annual parrot parroting competition. It is held once in the entire southern hemisphere. This year it happens to be in New Zealand."
"And this thing?" Lao Wang asked curiously while chewing on the corn cob.
"certainly… "
"Let's eat barbecue and grilled steak. Who wants a piece? The king brought it, steak from Sunset Ranch!"
These words interrupted everyone's chat. Immediately, there was another swarm, and a group of people rushed forward and started fighting:
"Give me a piece!" "I like steak, give me steak!" "Setter, don't touch my meat!"
The farmer who was chatting with Wang Bo also turned away. He didn't bother to introduce the parrot parroting competition, and ran to grab the meat because of the wind on his feet.
Obviously, Sunset Ranch’s beef and mutton are already famous.
Of course, this is normal. Even if some ordinary people don't understand it, the farmers here are considered to be in the agricultural and animal husbandry system, so they definitely understand.
Honey gnawed on the corn cobs like a mouse and said disdainfully: "Ha, these country bumpkins have never eaten meat? Hmm, this corn is pretty good."
Wang Bo smiled and said, "Believe it or not, they are also talking about you: Look at that country bumpkin, he has never even eaten corn?"
"How dare they!" The old inspector glared, very angry.
Lao Wang chuckled, turned on his mobile phone and started to inquire about the parrot parroting competition. He was still somewhat interested in this event - he had nothing to do anyway.
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