Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The short meeting was over. Doc said that his cook was extraordinary, and then he wanted to invite Hong Bao to dinner.

Hong Bao had seen Taisi’s ‘gourmet’ in Lisbon for a long time, so naturally he had no interest, so he said generously that the food prepared by the chef of the fleet was pretty good, at least better than Da Ming’s housewife.

His humble expression was believed to be true, so the two envoys who were eager to understand Daming sat down and waited for the food to be delivered from the dock.

"Do you want tableware?"

Doc wanted to show some gorse culture, but Abel sneered at him.

"Da Ming's porcelain is more beautiful than your gold and silver tableware!"

Hong Bao was anxious that they were getting dirty with each other, so he added a bargaining chip to the test.

"Our family brought a lot of Da Ming's goods on this trip, and we are willing to trade with the countries of Western Thailand."

"trading?!"

That's what Dock waited for!

Because Frank took over Daming's fleet, their interpreters have been guarding them.

Moreover, the lack of interpretation makes the Gorse people helpless. The country is already looking for it, and it is a reward for searching, but it can not be far away to quench the near thirst!

And Hong Bao's words are like the nectar of a long drought, making Dock almost want to hug him tightly, and then find a place to get drunk.

And Abel was naturally pale, and this was what he had been worried about, but Doc was suppressing it...

This is the conspiracy of Gorse, whose purpose is to **** the right to trade with Daming.

All the confusion was explained at this moment, and Abel looked at Dock blankly, watching him and Hong Bao were getting close.

No one can refuse foreign trade!

Taixi has so much land and so many resources. If you don't trade or **** it, how can you live?

No one will refuse a good day.

So Dock’s eyes are shining with sincere brilliance, his mouth is spitting out supreme friendship, and his hands seem to be holding a bunch of olive branches...

Come on, my friend, let's forget that idiot Frank, let's come to trade.

The translator had already sensed something wrong, so he stopped translating and asked Abel for instructions.

Hong Bao was stunned, he looked at Doc and then at Abel.

"This is...then eat."

Hong Bao knew the timing until the end, and immediately he began to talk about Daming's various delicacies. Even Abel had forgotten the sordidness and listened leisurely and fascinated.

A team of sergeants came with a box.

If there is no fragrance, it is like a beauty in a tulle looming and showing the temptation, making people itchy.

"This is fish stew."

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

The third is the dipping sauce.

The chopsticks were wooden chopsticks. Hong Bao didn't care about the two of them. He took a slice of fish stew on his own, then looked at the air and praised: "Thin as a cicada wing."

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

Abel used his chopsticks awkwardly, but he couldn't catch it.

Doc picked up a piece of fish stew with his hands more casually, and then learned how to dip Hong Bao...

"hiss……"

Doc's face suddenly solidified, like a painful torment.

poisonous? !

Abel felt fortunate, and then laughed at himself again.

No matter how stupid Hong Bao was, he would not poison him, because they were worthless. It's almost the same as the royal prince of Frank, or the king of gorse.

The credential has been verified, and the man in front of him is the authentic envoy of Ming Dynasty.

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

Spicy, spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender...

Finally, return to Gan!

This is good food!

Thinking of the royal delicacies he was proud of, Abel shook his head slightly and recollected it carefully, as if the delicacy would dissipate in the next moment, 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, laughed at the buns in his heart, and then said faintly: "This is fish stew. The fish stew is the knife and the processing of fish blood, and the second is the dipping. It is far away from Daming, but it is bad. Quite a lot, it can only be said to be barely eaten."

He picked up a piece of fish again, and said, "If the blood is not handled well, the fish will be muddy, and it will be top-grade if it is white."

The tableware is very exquisite, at least in the eyes of Abel and Doc, these exquisite porcelains should not be taken out for food, but should be placed in the secret room to enjoy them slowly.

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

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

But Hong Bao just used a fish stew to beat their pride.

You are just barbarians!

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

The steaming braised lamb is here.

Abel shook his head, his nose twitching.

This is not a level!

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

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

For example, the source of food, cattle and sheep were luxury goods for the original Zhongyuan ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but now Daming does not lack this.

This is the advantage of defeating the enemy in the grassland.

This is the powerful benefit!

Then came the steamed elbow, which seemed simple and fatty, but the entrance made Abel and the two almost swallowed their tongues.

For them, food is a swan. If a swan can be marinated in honey and then roasted, it will be supremely delicious.

The whole process of banquet is in accordance with Daming's domestic etiquette, warm and measured.

Abel and Doc gradually put away their surprise, and ate silently.

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

Naturally, he had to rest for a while after the meal. Dock gave the place to Hong Bao and went out with Abel.

The ship of the Ming army on the pier has returned, but a warship is floating a mile away from the pier.

This is alert!

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

"This is Frank's friend, Dock, you have crossed the line!"

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

Because he wanted to beat Dok!

Doc sensed the anger on him, so he avoided a step, and then said coldly: "There will be no covenants between big powers. It is only the comfort of the weak, and the gorse is not the weak, Frank..."

"With all due respect, Abel, Frank doesn't have the strength to ally with Daming, so let's be realistic. Trade. We need trade, and we need more..."

"I need that route more, right?"

Abel sneered.

Doc calmly said: "Yes, don't you want to? The Lisbon people are reluctant to give up, isn't it just for that route?"