The brief meeting ended, Dok said that his cook's skills were extraordinary, and then wanted to invite Hong Bao to have a meal together.

Hong Bao had seen the Thai food in Lisbon for a long time, so he was not interested, so he generously stated that the food cooks made by the fleet were quite good, at least better than the housewife of the Ming Dynasty.

His humble expression was believed to be true, so the two envoys who longed to understand the Ming Dynasty sat down and waited for the delivery of vegetables at the dock.

“Do you want tableware?”

Dock wanted to show the transformation of the gorse, but Abel scoffed at it.

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

Hong Bao wanted them to become dirty, so he added a bargaining chip in secret.

"Our trip brought a lot of Ming Dynasty goods and was willing to trade with the countries of Taixi."

"trading?!"

That's what Dock is waiting for!

Because Frank took over the Ming Dynasty's fleet, their translation has been guarding against each other.

Moreover, the lack of general translation makes the people of Gorgeous Flower helpless. They are already looking for it in China, and they offer rewards to search, but the distance cannot quench the near thirst!

Hong Bao's words were like a long drought that made Dok almost want to go over and hug him tightly, and then find a place to get drunk before he could stop.

Abel naturally looked pale. This was what he had been worried about, but Doc was not allowed to come...

This is the conspiracy of the Gerry Flower, with the purpose of robbing the trade rights with the Ming Dynasty.

All the confusion was explained at this moment. Abel looked at Dok with a expressionless face, watching him and Hong Bao getting closer.

No one can refuse foreign trade!

There is only so much land and resources in Taixi. How can we live without trade or robbing?

No one will refuse good days.

So there was a sincere glow in Dok's eyes, a supreme friendship was gushing out of his mouth, and his hands seemed to be holding a bunch of olive branches...

Come to friends, let us forget that frank idiot, we come to trade.

The general translation had already noticed that something was wrong, so he stopped translating and asked Abel for advice with his eyes.

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

"You guys are... then let's have a meal."

Hong Bao knew the time when it was almost over, and then he began to talk about various delicacies in the Ming Dynasty. Even Abel forgot the dirty things and was fascinated by the hearing.

A team of sergeants came with boxes.

The fragrance is scented, just like a beautiful woman in a tulle showing her temptation, making people feel itchy in her heart.

“This is fish stew.”

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

Again, it's dipping sauce.

The chopsticks were wooden chopsticks, and Hong Bao ignored the two of them. He picked up a piece of fish stew on his own, then looked at the sky, and praised: "It's as thin as a cicada's wing."

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

Abel clumsyly used chopsticks, but he could never pick them up.

Doke picked up a piece of fish stew casually with his hands, and then learned to dip it in Hong Bao...

"hiss……"

Doc's face suddenly solidified, like a torture of pain.

poisonous?!

Abel felt glad and then he laughed at himself again.

No matter how stupid Hong Bao is, he will not poison him because they are not worth it. It was His Royal Highness of the Frankish prince or the King of Prairie.

The letter of nationality has been verified, and the person in front of him is the real envoy of the Ming Dynasty.

Abel also took a piece of fish in his hand and dipped it in his mouth.

Hemp, spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender...

Finally, it’s back to Gan!

This is food!

Thinking of the palace delicacies that he was proud of, Abel shook his head slightly and savored it carefully, as if the delicacy would dissipate in the next moment and even his memory could not be retained.

He opened his eyes and saw a shocked face.

Hong Bao saw the expressions of the two people, mocked the local buns in his heart, and then said lightly: "This is fish stew. The fish stew is first in knife skills and processing fish blood, followed by dipping sauce. It is far away from the Ming Dynasty, but it is a lot worse. It can only be said that it is just barely eaten."

He picked up a piece of fish meat again and said, "If the fish blood is not handled well, the fish meat will be turbid, and it is better to have snow-white."

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

Both of them are 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 place in this 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 mutton is here.

Abel shook his head, his nose twitching.

This is not the same level!

Their history must be very long, and it has been, or has been brilliant for a long time.

Diet is a clear history of development and a dividing line between strength and weakness.

For example, the source of food is a luxury for the original Central Plains, but the current Ming Dynasty does not lack this.

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

This is the benefit of being powerful!

Then there was steaming elbows, which seemed simple and fat, but the mouth almost caused Abel and the others to swallow their tongues.

For them, food is a swan. If you can marinate a honey and then roast it, it will be a supreme delicacy.

The entire process of banqueting guests was followed by the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, enthusiastic and measured.

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

After Hong Bao put down his chopsticks, he looked at the many dishes left on the table and gave a higher opinion of the two of them.

Of course, I had to rest for a while after the meal. Dok gave the place to Hong Bao and went out with Abel.

The Ming army's 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 the Prairie, did not gain the trust of the envoy of the Ming Dynasty!

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

Abel felt that the peace between the two countries was too fragile, and perhaps the war would rekindle in the next moment.

Because he wanted to beat Dock!

Dock felt the anger in his body, so he avoided it and said coldly: "The great powers will not talk about any covenant. It is just a comfort given to him by the weak, and the gorge is not the weak, Frank..."

"Improve that Abel, Frank did not have the strength to form an alliance with the Ming Dynasty, so it is more realistic. Trade, we need trade, and we need more..."

"That route is needed more, right?"

Abel sneered.
Chapter completed!