At night in Algeria, bonfires are a symbol of light. [26nbsp;23] Food is absolutely an indispensable part of a happy life in North Africa.
Under the clear moon and stars, a white Bedouin tent was set up on the lawn in the backyard of the palace. The tent was covered with a precious Persian carpet, and two long carved mahogany tables were placed on the carpet.
A variety of Algerian delicacies are displayed, with bright colors and attractive aromas.
Chicken heart bean salad, mint and herb millet salad, grilled eggplant salad, tzatziki salad... The most interesting one is a food that the locals call "cous cous", which is a kind of food made with water, olive oil, beef and mutton,
Steamed buns made of vegetables and flour. In addition, various fruits and locally produced red wine are placed on the long table.
There was a bonfire burning outside the tent, and more than a dozen chefs wearing white chef hats were busy preparing the finale of the dinner, which was the camel being roasted on the stove.
Roasted whole camel is a traditional meal in North Africa, and it is also the highest-end local delicacy. This meal is only prepared when entertaining the most distinguished guests. As a veritable meal, roasted whole camel not only has complicated cooking techniques
, and the portion is surprisingly large.
This dish is baked with eggs, fish, chicken, sheep, and camel. The specific method is also very interesting. Stuff the hard-boiled eggs into the belly of the fish, then bake the fish and stuff it into the belly of the chicken.
Then stuff the roasted chicken into the belly of the sheep. After the sheep is roasted, stuff it into the belly of the camel. Finally, put the whole camel with the sheep, chicken, fish and eggs in the roasting
Bake on rack.
The two chefs walked into the tent respectfully, holding a silver plate filled with barbecue. Looking at the roasted meat on the silver plate with a brown color and attractive aroma, Van Gogh showed a smile of joy. Waiting for the two chefs
After the chef put down the plate of barbecue, Van Gogh waved his hand and signaled the two chefs to step back. Then he stood up, took the tongs, and personally picked up the barbecue for Rebecca and Ye Feng. "Two, this piece.
It’s hump meat, and it’s also the most delicious part of the entire camel.”
Camel hump meat is the meat from the hump of the camel's back. Its meat is delicate and plump. The carefully roasted camel hump meat has an excellent taste, which is sweet, fragrant, refreshing and smooth. Therefore, camel hump meat has been listed as a food item since ancient times.
One of the "Eight Treasures", it is as famous as the bear's paw. In "The Journey of Beauty" by Du Fu, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, there is a reputation as "the purple camel's peak emerges from the green cauldron, and the water essence is coiled with plain scales".
Ye Feng picked up a piece of camel hump meat, put it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully. He felt that the meat was tender and extremely refreshing, and he couldn't help but praise it. "Not bad, it's really delicious."
"Not only is it delicious, this is a delicacy that only the VIPs among the VIPs can taste." Hearing Ye Feng's praise, Van Gogh felt delighted, and proudly picked up the egg that had been taken out of the fish belly.
Put it on Rebecca's dinner plate. "Miss Rebecca, try this egg. After more than four hours of baking, fish, chicken, sheep, and camel have been melted into this egg."
The aroma of the meat gives it a unique taste.”
"Thank you." Rebecca picked up a table knife, cut the egg open, then picked up half of the egg and placed it on Ye Feng's dinner plate. "Dear, let's take half for each of us."
Ye Feng felt warm in his heart, and a knowing smile appeared on his angular face. After tasting half of the delicious eggs, Ye Feng picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at the proud face.
Van Gogh, driving and playing
He said with a smile. "Rebecca, our nouveau riche friend just said that such a sumptuous dinner can only be tasted by the VIPs among the VIPs. Haha, it seems that tonight we are going to have a satisfying meal.
Dayton.”
At this time, the grill outside the tent had been dismantled, and the more than ten chefs had left one by one. With no outsiders present, Van Gogh no longer acted like a nouveau riche and heard Ye Feng's joke.
, Van Gogh stretched out his right hand, looked at the pile of jewelry, and smiled bitterly.
"You two are both successful people who became famous at a young age. How can you understand the thoughts of a painter who is in decline. I left my hometown when I was eighteen years old and began to make a living outside. I worked as a painter and a killer. My life was extremely embarrassing. Until I was nearly thirty.
At the age of 18, he made a fortune through opportunism."
Van Gogh sighed and continued, "I pretend to be a nouveau riche not just to hide my identity. Alas, the world today is full of the smell of copper. When people mention the word success,
, the first thing that comes to mind is money. In the eyes of the world, money is the only criterion to measure a person's success. I am a businessman now, and I deliberately pretend to be a businessman.
I look like a nouveau riche and am generous with my money. Those dignitaries who used to look down on me at all are now vying to make friends with me. Oh, why are they doing this? Is it because they want to gain benefits from me.
And the same is true for me. I make friends with them and give them all kinds of expensive gifts, just to get more benefits from those high-ranking people."
Hearing what Van Gogh said in his heart, Ye Feng laughed and comforted him. "Van Gogh, you are not the same as those people. You are essentially a painter with romantic feelings. This is based on what you have done over the years."
This can be seen in the amount of charitable donations.”
"I feel much better after hearing what you said." Van Gogh laughed and said. "It's just that those dignitaries who only have money in their eyes don't understand this. When they saw me investing in charity, they thought I was
It’s just for fame and reputation, and some people even think that I have too much money and no place to spend it.”
"Mr. Bejawi, as long as you understand in your heart what you are doing, that's fine. What's more, you can't get everyone's approval. No matter how great what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. So, do it
Don’t worry so much about things, as long as you have a clear conscience.” Rebecca said with a smile.
"Miss Rebecca, thank you for your understanding." Van Gogh cast a grateful look at Rebecca, then looked at Ye Feng and said. "Whenever I mention the past, I will think of what happened when I was a killer. Hell.
Feng, how could some people be so bored? If they have nothing to do all day long, they will just chatter about this ranking list and that ranking list."
Ye Feng knew that Van Gogh was talking about the "Killer Ranking List" in the old days of solo killers. He didn't know when these ranking lists began to emerge. In short, there was this kind of ranking list when Ye Feng joined the killer world.
.But it is precisely because of these rankings that it has also brought turmoil to the entire killer world.
The ranking is a list, but which killer doesn’t want to be ranked higher. The higher the ranking, the greater the reputation and the higher the reward. Ye, who has been at the top of the killer rankings for seven years
Feng also feels deeply that for this first place, many famous or unknown killers come to challenge Ye Feng every year.
"It's okay to create a ranking. For example, the entire expert ranking list can be ranked from one to ten according to the number of tasks received each year, success rate, task difficulty, etc. Sigh, I really don't know how those people are.
"I think it has to be the entire 100-person ranking list." Van Gogh frowned and said with dissatisfaction. "Nine years ago, when I first saw my name on the killer ranking list, I was so angry that my nose was crooked.
After counting from top to bottom for a long time, I didn’t see my name until I was in the 97th place. I thought at that time, the person who designed this ranking is really a bastard. This is not another way to say that I am a person.
A low-level killer."
Ye Feng didn't expect that Van Gogh would actually be upset about the ranking, and couldn't help laughing. "Van Gogh, this is just your psychology. In the dark world, no one has ever thought that the killers at the bottom of the rankings are inferior killers.
.And, didn’t you just say that the rankings are comprehensively evaluated based on the number of tasks, success rate and difficulty. If you work harder and take on more tasks, won’t your rankings go up?”
"Okay, I admit that. At that time, I always wanted to be a painter, so I didn't work hard when I was a killer. I spent three days fishing and two days drying nets." Van Gogh sighed.
tone, and then complained.
"I don't have much objection to this killer ranking list. What depresses me the most is the reward ranking list. I still clearly remember the reward ranking list nine years ago. The first place, the wind of hell, three missions,
The second place, Count, had twenty-eight missions, and the remuneration was $28 million. The third place, Death, had sixteen missions, and the remuneration was $24 million. That year, I
Ranked 100th on the reward list, I did four missions, failed once, and received a total of US$240,000. For the same three missions, you received US$30 million, and I only received US$240,000. Alas,
It’s really annoying to compare people to each other.”
"Actually, the amount calculated on that reward list is not accurate. I did only carry out three assassination missions that year, but the reward I received was not 30 million U.S. dollars, but 40 million U.S. dollars." Ye Feng smiled and said lightly
Said. "Because those three assassinations were not done by other killers. The tasks were difficult and risky, so the rewards were naturally higher. I can tell you the name of one of the assassination targets. He is the largest assassin in Africa."
Aidid, the leader of the warlord."
"It turns out that Aidid, who had millions of soldiers, was killed by you. To kill Aidid in a heavily guarded military camp, not to mention the reward of 20 million U.S. dollars, even if the price is 50 million U.S. dollars, it is not
It's considered high." Van Gogh was shocked when he heard Ye Feng mention this sensational assassination incident nine years ago. Then, Van Gogh smiled awkwardly and said with some embarrassment. "I was just mad.
Complaints, in fact, I know in my heart that the assassination missions I took on are nothing worth mentioning compared to your missions. It is only natural that you can earn so much remuneration."
"I have to blame myself. I don't have any talent in painting, but I still always want to be a painter." Van Gogh smiled bitterly and said with self-mockery. "They say hard work can make up for weakness, and he is on the killer list.
The Earl, ranked fourth, is a good example. Short
In just one year, the Earl has taken on twenty-eight missions. Although the remuneration each time is far from comparable to yours, the total amount is also ranked second. If I could be like him, I could concentrate on
In terms of performing tasks, I’m afraid I won’t be ranked last at the end of the year.”
"It wasn't until I quit the world of assassins and came to Algeria to live in seclusion that I figured out this truth. In this life, you can't be half-hearted. You must choose a career that suits you best, then devote yourself to it and work hard. If you keep doing this,
One day he will achieve results." The depression on Van Gogh's face disappeared, and he stretched out his right hand covered with jewelry again, proudly
Said. "Now I have found the career that suits me best, that is business. Damn it, I have surpassed you in some aspects. On the one hand, I have more deposits in the bank than you. On the other hand, I am a God
The Forbidden City also provides more charitable donations than you. As for building schools, hospitals and other good deeds, I am also in the process of doing so. Oh, one day, I will surpass you in this aspect."
Ye Feng laughed loudly, raised his glass and said, "There is an old saying in China that people should treat each other with admiration after seeing each other for three days. Van Gogh, I admire you very much for your kind deeds."
"Hell's wind, you are my role model and the goal I will always pursue." Fan Gao raised his wine glass, touched Ye Feng's wine glass vigorously, and drank it all in one gulp.
"God of Death, Earl, are these all code names for killers?" Rebecca, who had been silent for the whole time, looked at Ye Feng who was drinking from his glass and asked. "The code name of God of Death shows that he is ruthless and ruthless. I can understand this.
But that count, I feel very puzzled, how could a killer have such a code name? Could it be that he is a nobleman himself."
"The count's whereabouts are extremely mysterious. I don't know much about him. However, there are rumors in the dark world that he is a noble from a certain European country, and it seems that he inherited the title of count. Therefore, over time, count became his code name.
." Van Gogh asked Li Bei
Ka made some explanations, then looked at Ye Feng and said. "Hell wind, you have always occupied the top position on the killer list. Every year, many killers come to challenge you. The second-ranked god of death was killed by you.
Yes, I don’t know if the count has ever challenged you."
Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I have never dealt with the count. I only heard that he is a very mysterious killer."
"It's really strange that a nobleman can become a killer." Rebecca said with great confusion.
"Perhaps the earl is just a declining nobleman." Van Gogh pointed at himself and said with a smile. "Just like me, a down-and-out painter who had no choice but to become a killer in order to make ends meet."
"That makes sense." Rebecca smiled and nodded.
According to the traditional customs in North Africa, after eating the staple food and roasting the whole camel, it is time to drink coffee, eat snacks, and taste black tea.
Van Gogh personally brought several plates of snacks and placed them on the long table in front of Rebecca. Then he diligently picked up the teapot and poured black tea for the two of them.
"Hell's wind, I heard Thor talk about Miss Rebecca. I think you will live in this palace first and stay in Vahlan for a while. After the news of this matter has passed, you can return.
Europe." Van Gogh picked up the tea cup, took a sip of black tea, and continued. "If you have other things to do, that's okay, I will take care of Miss Rebecca for you. Miss Rebecca is in this palace.
The queen, I will meet all her requirements. In addition, you don’t have to worry about Miss Rebecca’s safety, I will send someone to protect her.”
Rebecca did not hesitate at all and categorically rejected Van Gogh's kindness. "Mr. Bejarvi, thank you for your hospitality. I have decided to return to Europe as soon as possible and make the truth about these two shipwrecks known to the public so that we can
Let the French people see clearly the ugly face of the Sarnia government."
"Old friends are getting together, and everyone is very happy. Alas, I don't want to affect your good mood at this time. However, since Miss Rebecca has made up her mind, I will tell you clearly so that you can have a happy ending in advance.
Be mentally prepared. The current situation is very unfavorable to you, and your original plan may no longer be able to proceed."
Van Gogh frowned, hesitated, took out a page from his pocket and handed it to Rebecca. "Before we started dinner, the French government issued a communiqué."
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