Happy Little Mayor

[Latest News] Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to gift bags and schoolbags, this "515 Red Envelope Frenzy" must be seen. There is no reason why red envelopes can't be grabbed. Set an alarm clock.

My father entertained the village folks to sit down. Various cigarettes, seeds, dried fruits and playing cards were placed on the table. Everyone sat down, drank the seeds, and drank tea to start playing cards.

The cigarette used for hospitality was a foreign cigarette brought by Wang Bo from New Zealand. Someone picked up a packet and looked at him in wonder: "Brother, how is this Chinese cigarette?"

The blogger laughed: "Xiao Bo said that there is nothing good in New Zealand for tobacco. This cigarette is specially exported 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 is no famous cigarette brand in New Zealand. He bought mainly domestic and foreign cigarettes and American cigarettes. For example, there are several Dunhill roads.

People were coming and going in the yard, the house was changing cups, and Wang Bo and his mother were busy in the kitchen.

Today, there are four tables for their catfish rice. Each table has about ten people. There are more than forty people. The five rooms in his house are almost full.

To prepare meals for more than forty people, it is not a small project. Wang Bo's parents have prepared since yesterday. Dishes such as miso, crispy fish, smoked fish, dried fish are cold dishes, and the taste is also prepared in advance. 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. After being mixed with salad dressing and honey, they were served with cold cuts first. The folks were very happy.

Each table has sixteen dishes, eight hot, four cold and four soups. This is the tradition of their hometown. The sixteen dishes are very large, but the fishermen have a good appetite, and the more the dishes are prepared, the better.

The eight hot dishes are fried tenderloin, chili oil residue, elbow meat, spiced fish rolls, braised catfish, steamed lobster, steamed king crab, and finally an iron pan catfish.

The four soups are chicken soup with sea clams, lamb miscellaneous soup, and sea cucumber egg soup. In addition, Wang Bo has a lamb scorpion pot, which can also be used as a soup dish.

The people in the village only need to eat big fish and big meat. There is nothing particular about taste and perception. The big iron wok kept tumbling. Wang Bo and his mother were busy preparing for a while.

Mother and father enter the house to entertain guests, while Wang Bo and Zhong Dabao stay in the kitchen, watching the heavy snow outside and start drinking and eating.

The two also prepared a pot of lamb scorpion. In addition, he also deliberately opened a small stove and fried a spicy crab, spicy fried dumplings, stir-fried lamb belly, and two cold dishes. The table size of the two was better than the room. To be upscale.

Zhong Dabao is a carnivore. He grabbed a piece of sheep and scorpion and ate it in his mouth. ‘Hey, he ’d like to eat it. After the first bite, his eyes lighted up, and he cried,“ This mutton is delicious! ”

Wang Bo laughed and said, "It's delicious. You can eat this pot. I'll bring you a half fan when I leave, and I will get a lot from New Zealand."

The neighbors in the room also praised the lamb. The father proudly said, "This is the best lamb meat in New Zealand. It sells more than 50 yuan a pound ..."

"Five pieces of lamb? It's not expensive at all, uncle, let Xiaobo come back and get some." Someone said.

My blogger laughed and said, "What I said is that fifty dollars is New Zealand dollars, and New Zealand money is converted into our Renminbi, and there are more than two hundred dollars a pound ..."

"Bottom, more expensive than big lobster?"

"How is it possible that this big lobster, Xiao Bo said, is made in Australia, and each one has thousands of pieces." The more my father said, the more proud he was, of course, it also had a clear meaning.

For parents, the greatest pride is to have a fighting child.

In this way, folks are wondering while drinking, and asked, "What the **** is Xiaobo doing in New Zealand? Earn so much money, isn't it really MLM?"

Bo Ma stuffed a crab for the speaker and smiled and cursed: "You do n’t know how to say a few words, eat more, talk less, my little Bo is doing foreign trade business, mainly with the support of noble people."

"Then let Xiaobo support us folks in the countryside."

The person next to him laughed: "Do you want to follow Xiaobo? What can you do? Xiaobo spoke foreign words abroad. Last time I was at the village entrance, I heard him call. All the words are in foreign languages, just like American blockbusters. . "

Others were unconvinced, and said, "I can't say it, but my son can do it. It's okay to take my son out for a long time. You see Xiaobo, this time, what's the difference in temperament? Is there any feeling? "

Bo Da smiled and said, "His second brother just can talk. What kind of temperament can Xiao Bo have? Eat and eat, everyone tastes this crab, king crab, which is different from the crab here."

In the kitchen, Zhong Dabao's topic was similar. He whispered while lamb chops: "Lao Wang, take me abroad and have a look, stay at home and make no money."

Wang Bo said: "If you really want to go out, I'll take you, but I suggest you stay here to engage in fishing with my dad and divide it for you, a lot of money."

Zhong Dabao is not very embarrassed: "I'm going to go to sea with your dad? I am not your relative and I am not your villager."

Wang Bo smiled and shoved him a crab stained with chili sauce, and said, "You care about it, the boat belongs to my family, and I say it's going to happen."

After eating a catfish rice in the evening, the villagers left, and Wang Bo and his parents began to clean up the mess. Zhong Dabao could not count on him, he was already drunk.

Bo Da and Bo Ma carefully packed the leftovers on the plate, and Wang Bo slammed and dumped it. Seeing this Bo Ma distressed: "You bear, why can't you live so long?"

Wang Bo reluctantly said, "Mom, it's Chinese New Year, who do you want to eat leftovers? In addition, we are not short of money now, these leftovers are not left, all thrown away."

Bo Dad nodded and said, "Yes, Xiao Bo is right, but try not to waste it. Don't throw this fried meat, put it in the refrigerator, eat it after the New Year."

Wang Bo: "..."

The catfish was in the thirtieth day after two meals. According to the custom, Wang Boxian and his father went to ancestor tombs.

Their family in the Wangjia fishing village is considered to be the kind with few people. There are three generations of single pass, and there are only two direct lines within the fourth generation, so when they go to the grave, they are deserted.

But Bo Da didn't care. His son was thriving abroad. When he returned, he filled a big boat for his family. One of his sons was worth a hundred boys in the whole village.

First went to the grandmother's and grandpa's graves. He didn't have much impression of grandpa. When he was very young, his grandfather died of an accident. He later died of illness when he was in college.

For the kind and strong grandma, Wang Bo has deep feelings. After his grandma's death, he is no longer afraid of ghosts and gods.

Kneeling in front of the grave, he whispered as he scratched his head: "Grandma, you bless your grandson in the sky, you must make a difference in New Zealand! Next time you go to the grave, your grandson will show you your grandson!"

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