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Everyone is throwing wood into the fire, the flames are burning, and the cold in the fall is suddenly offset.
Dozens of Maori people sang and danced while dancing around the fire. The sound was high and low, and other Maori people matched the harmony. As night fell, the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.
Boao looked at the Maori who danced around the fire and said, "There was a square dance in New Zealand."
Wang Bo smiled urine: "Dad, people are not square dances, it is war dance, see no, they are constantly tapping their chests and making punches? This is a war dance."
Bo Ma couldn't help but scream: "They must love fighting, you see them all covered in tattoos, dancing and licking their mouths, it's scary."
Wang Bo explained: "Tattoos are Maori cultures. This can't be used as a basis for judging their personality. But overall, Maori people are more tempered and more likely to cause conflicts with others."
Eva smiled and said: "Do you like tattoos?"
Wang Bo thought about it. There was a story in it. He went to college after graduating from high school. At that time, he wanted tattoos. However, his tattoos are not for good-looking or forcing, but for fear of being bullied in colleges in the field, and getting a tattoo can fool people.
At this point, Bo Hao and Bo Ma agreed with him at the time. The two old parents were not very rigid. They could accept small-scale tattoos.
After the final consideration, Wang Bo decided to forget it. The reason is that once the tattoo is not good enough to find a wife, the circle he touched is conservative. The girls prefer the clean and honest big boys instead of the prodigals who have many stories.
There are tourists staying in the town, and the fire is very high. It can also be seen in the center of the town. It is known that the Maori people are engaged in the Hangyi dinner, and the tourists will drive.
Maori were very good at this point. They were very enthusiastic. When someone came, a group of Maori people collectively made war dances to welcome them.
When the tourists felt goodwill, they followed the dance and dance, so that the circle around the campfire suddenly became bigger...
A Tulu waved his arms and cheered: "Guys, jump up, jump up, guys! Who else is coming? Come on, come on, let's raise the glass and cheer! Hey! Mayor, you come. !"
Wang Bo saw that everyone was reaching out to himself, and he had to stand up and pat the chest.
A Tulu, like the DJ, cheered: "The roar from our barbaric mayor, the loud voice! Hey!"
“Hey!” “Hey!”
A group of people followed, the strong man came crazy, the swinging tail followed, and the dog's face was called an excitement.
A Tulu sat down and said happily: "Hey, how, how many people are very interesting?"
Wang Bodao: "Yes, very interesting, but you better pray that we have enough fish to prepare. Anyway, the fish I prepared is prepared for fifty people."
This will not say fifty people, two hundred people have it!
The only thing he should be fortunate is that he didn't decide to stay in the ranch to make a party, otherwise so many people, the cows who can make noises can be aborted!A Tulu did not care, said: "Of course no problem, in addition to beef and mutton, there are more than forty rabbits inside, one hundred people can not eat these rabbits."
The rabbits produced in the pasture are very fat. Indeed, forty fat rabbits are enough for one hundred people to eat.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark, and the Maori people began to transfer the bonfire.
The crowd let go and shovel the burning fire to the side with a spade, leaving a steaming open space.
When the autumn wind blows the ground, several Maori go up to layer the layers of soil, and finally reveal tightly wrapped tin foil and shawls.
Open tin foil, shawl, a white steam like a sword, skyrocketing, bringing a mouth-watering flavour.
The Maori people all stood up and cheered. Wang Bo didn't understand the energy of these guys, let him jump for one night, and the legs were cramped.
Next to the tourists who were interested in watching the Maori who was digging out the fish, said: "This is really interesting. I can't see such a pure Hangi in the city!"
Someone said: "Of course, we can't ignite, we can't have smoke, we can't make loud noises, so we came to these towns and villages."
Wang Bo listened to this in his heart. If the town of sunset has to build tourism, it must go out of the way, and returning to nature is a good feature.
A piece of fragrant beef and sheep pork was brought out, and there was a complete hare and pheasant. The Maori people still knew the general body and sent Wang Bo first.
The food that was sent was very complete, a piece of beef, a piece of lamb, a piece of pork, and a chicken and a fat rabbit.
The flesh smells tangy, and Wang Bo raises the glass to indicate the Maori town people who come to the meat. Then he kills the wine in the cup, and the Maori next to him hits him with a punch.
There was a lot of food. He and his parents, Eva sisters, couldn’t eat it. They invited the tourists next to them to eat together.
A white man took a sip and said with a thumbs up: "Great, my goodness, I want to eat my tongue! Hangi can be so delicious?"
Some people exaggeratedly said: "I am going to throw away my steamer, damn it, that kind of steamer Hangyi is too authentic, this is the feeling of Hangyi!"
Wang Bo ate a rabbit leg and asked: "Is there a steamer Hangyi?"
The person next to him replied: "Yes, this is an innovative thing. Dig a hole in the ground and bury an electric pot so that no flames, no smoke, and then meat is cooked inside."
"The taste of the meat is like a ****! I swear, I am not exaggerating!"
"Oh, brother, don't say that, your success is disgusting to me!"
After eating the fish, the tourists who came to the scene did not sing praises for the deliciousness of Hangyi. Seeing Wang Bo asked the tourists around him, “If you have such Hangyi every day, you need to pay for it to eat, oh, just like Are you interested in eating a buffet?"
"How much money to look at, if it is within my tolerance, I am certainly willing to accept such a delicious and delicious Hangi. Dude, I can't eat anything like this in other places!"Wang Bo nodded and understood that it was OK, Maori must enter his tourism industry to become an important part.
In fact, the Maori people hope that this way, after a big meal, A Tulu sat on the ground and said: "Hey, there are things guys who remind me of you."
"What? Salary? Salary is unified when you go to work tomorrow." Wang Bo said.
"No, but it is autumn now. The building blocks on the town need to be painted. You see, my guys are here, they are happy to help you with this job... of course, after the completion of the work, Hangyi." Lu grin.
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