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Chapter 2118: The Contempt of the Superior Country (congratulations to the alliance leader ¡®White Firework¡¯, additional update)

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    The brief meeting ended. Doc said that his cooking skills were extraordinary, and then he wanted to invite Hong Bao to have dinner with him.

    Hong Bao had already seen Thai and Western food in Lisbon, so he was naturally not interested, so he generously stated that the meals cooked by the fleet¡¯s cooks were quite good, at least better than those of Ming Dynasty¡¯s housewives.

    His humble expression was believed to be true, so the two envoys who were eager to understand the Ming Dynasty sat quietly, waiting for the food to be delivered from the dock.

    "Do you want cutlery?"

    Doc wanted to show off the culture of Plantagenet, but was scorned by Abel.

    "The porcelain of the Ming Dynasty is more beautiful than your gold and silver tableware!"

    Hong Bao was eager for them to get into trouble with each other, so he secretly added a bargaining chip.

    "Our family has brought a lot of goods from the Ming Dynasty with us on this trip, and we are willing to trade with the countries in Europe and the West."

    "Trade?!"

    This is what Doc was waiting for!

    Because the Ming Dynasty¡¯s fleet was taken over by Frank, their interpreters have been strictly guarding it.

    And the lack of interpreters left the Plantagenets helpless. The country was already looking for it, and a reward was offered for the search, but water from afar could not quench the thirst for the nearer!

    And Hong Bao¡¯s words were like nectar after a long drought. Doc almost wanted to go over and hug him tightly, and then find a place to get drunk.

    And Abel is naturally pale. This is what he has been worried about, but Doc is forcing him not to come over

    This is Plantagenet¡¯s conspiracy, the purpose is to snatch the trading rights with Ming Dynasty.

    All the confusion was explained at this moment. Abel looked at Doc expressionlessly, watching him and Hong Bao getting close.

    No one can refuse foreign trade!

    There is only so much land and resources in the West. Without trade and robbery, how can we survive?

    No one can say no to a good life.

    So Doc¡¯s eyes were shining with sincerity, his mouth was spitting out the supreme friendship, and his hands seemed to be holding a bouquet of olive branches

    Come on friends, let¡¯s forget about that idiot Frank and let¡¯s trade.

    The translator already noticed something was wrong. He stopped translating and looked at Abel for instructions.

    Hong Bao was stunned. He looked at Doc and then at Abel.

    "You guys arethen let's eat."

    Hong Bao knew the timing of the meal, and he immediately started talking about the various delicacies of the Ming Dynasty. Even Abel forgot about his dirty taste and listened leisurely and fascinated.

    A team of sergeants arrived carrying boxes.

    The fragrance is vaguely present, just like a beautiful woman wearing tulle showing temptation, making people feel itchy.

    "This is fish stew."

    A large plate was taken out, with a layer of tender white fish on it.

    The next step is the dipping sauce.

    The chopsticks were wooden. Hong Bao ignored the two people and picked up a piece of fish stew. Then he looked into the air and praised: "It's as thin as a cicada's wings."

    The water was slightly spicy. Hong Bao dipped the thin fish stew into his mouth, then squinted to enjoy it.

    Abel used chopsticks awkwardly, but he couldn't pick them up.

    ¡°Duke picked up a piece of fish stew with his hands casually, and then dipped it in like Hong Bao

    "Hiss"

    Doc¡¯s face suddenly solidified, as if he was suffering from pain.

    Toxic?  !

    Abel felt happy in his heart, and then he laughed at himself.

    No matter how stupid Hong Bao is, he will not poison him because they are not worth it.  It would be more like the Crown Prince of Frank or the King of Plantagenet.

    The credentials have been verified and the person in front of me is the genuine envoy of the Ming Dynasty.

    Abel also took a piece of fish and dipped it in it, then put it into his mouth.

    Numb, spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender

    Finally, it¡¯s Hui Gan!

    This is delicious food!

    Thinking of the palace delicacies that he was proud of, Abel shook his head slightly and thought about it carefully, as if the delicious food would disappear in the next moment, and even the memory could not be retained.

    He opened his eyes and saw a shocked face.

    Hong Bao looked at the expressions of the two people and laughed at the country bumpkins in his heart, and then said lightly: "This is fish stew. The first thing in fish stew is the knife skills and the processing of fish blood, followed by the dipping sauce. This place is far away from the Ming Dynasty, but it is inferior.  It¡¯s quite a bit, I can only say that I can barely eat it.¡±

     He picked up a piece of fish meat again and said: "If the fish blood is not processed well, the fish meat will be turbid. The best quality is to be white as snow."

    The tableware is very exquisite, at least in the eyes of Abel and Doc, these exquisite porcelain should not be taken out to hold food, but should be placed in a secret room and slowly enjoyed.

    Both of them are figures close to the center of power in their respective countries and hang out in the palace.

    They think they have seen the most prosperous and enjoyable places in the world.

    But Hongbao knocked down their pride with just a fish stew.

    You are just barbarians!

    Hong Bao nodded, and someone next to him opened the food box again.

    The steaming hot braised mutton is here.

    Abel shook his head, his nose twitching.

    This is not the same level!

    Their history must be very long, and they have been or have been brilliant for a long time.

    Diet is the history of the development of a civilization, and it is also the dividing line between strength and weakness.

    For example, regarding the source of food, cattle and sheep were luxuries to the original Central Plains, but now the Ming Dynasty does not lack this.

    This is the benefit of defeating the enemy on the grassland.

    This is the advantage of being powerful!

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????It looks simple and fatty, but the entrance makes Abel and his wife almost swallow their tongues.

    For them, delicacies are swans. If they can have a swan marinated in honey and then roasted, it is the supreme delicacy.

    The entire banquet process followed the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, and was warm and measured.

    Abel and Doc gradually put away their surprise and ate in silence.

    After Hong Bao put down his chopsticks and looked at the many dishes left on the table, he thought more highly of the two of them.

    After the meal, it was natural to rest for a while. Doc gave the place to Hong Bao and went out with Abel.

    The Ming army ships on the pier have returned, but a warship is floating more than a mile away from the pier.

    This is alert!

    It also shows that the two countries, especially Plantagenet, have not gained the trust of the Ming envoy!

    ¡°This is Frank¡¯s friend Doc, you¡¯ve crossed the line!¡±

    Abel feels that the peace between the two countries is too fragile, and the war may rekindle in the next moment.

    Because he wants to beat up Doc!

    Doc felt the anger on his body, so he took a step away, and then said coldly: "Big countries don't talk about alliances. It's just a comfort given to themselves by the weak, and Plantagenet is not a weak person, Frank"

    "With all due respect Abel, Frank does not have the strength to form an alliance with the Ming Dynasty, so we should be more realistic. Trade, we need trade, and even more"

    "We need that route more, right?"

    Abel sneered.

    Doc said calmly: "That's right, don't you want to? Isn't it just because of that route that Lisbon people are reluctant to leave?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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