"White noodles? There seems to be some..." Hong Tao immediately felt bad when he heard it!
"That's it. Let's stop cooking. It's too hot for us to watch you suffer. Let's have a meal of crocodile stuffed dumplings. They're not as delicious as dumplings. Brother Liu, what do you think?
"The fat boss threw out his trump card.
"Hey, don't tell me, I haven't eaten dumplings in many days, Hong Tao, just dumplings, don't be too salty!" Boss Liu slapped his thigh and gave the fat boss a thumbs up cheerfully!
"I...Uncle Fatty, you really deserve to run a resort, Cheng...Cheng..." Hong Tao immediately became unhappy and put down the tea cup in his hand. This is such a tiring pace.
, including the camp staff, there are dozens of families making dumplings! Even if each person eats 10, it still takes hundreds of dumplings, not to mention that there are only one person here, and it is not like eating 10 dumplings.
Lord who is full!
"Hey, I said yes. I'm not bullying you. I'm going to make the dumpling stuffing. I'm not afraid that you'll be tired, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to make it well. As for the rest, you can do it yourself. No one is allowed to help him!" The fat boss looked at him.
I didn't intend to let Hong Tao go, so I spoke directly in Chinese to the people around me, regardless of whether they understood or not.
"I punch to the left, I punch to the right, and I punch in the middle again!" Hong Tao's voice came from the kitchen. At this moment, he was kneading noodles in a large stainless steel bucket. Because there were too many people, the flour was kneaded directly.
Half a bag.
At this time, Hong Tao no longer cared about whether he felt comfortable or not. He divided the flour into 4 portions, put them in 4 buckets, and called three black employees to help the kitchen. Let's all work together. The three were tricked by Hong Tao.
The black employees were quite happy because Hong Tao did not ask them to help, but told them that he would teach them a Chinese stunt.
"You must be wicked. They washed their hands before making noodles. Why do I think the noodles are a bit dark?" Half of the fat boss's head was exposed at the door of the kitchen. He was a little disappointed when he saw Hong Tao leading a few black people to make noodles.
But there was no way he could do it. Since he didn't know English, there was no way he could expose Hong Tao's conspiracy.
"What do you mean, my hands are still stained? Hurry up and get the stuffing out. My noodles will be ready after a while. Don't delay your meal because the stuffing is not ready. You can't blame me!"
"Hong Tao is very proud of himself. He wants to play with me. Tsk!
"Don't worry about this, I'll only be faster than you and not slower than you." The fat boss rolled his eyes and turned away.
"Damn! Mistake, I forgot about this old Wei!" Hong Tao saw the fat boss's proud look and felt that something was wrong, so he quietly walked out of the kitchen to take a look. Okay! The fat boss is not stupid, and he doesn't know where he came from.
I found a hand-operated stuffing machine. At this time, a black man was putting the crocodile meat cut into small pieces into the stuffing machine under the command of Wei Han. No wonder he didn't hear the sound of chopping meat!
The fat boss didn’t mean to exhaust Hong Tao to death. He just wanted to find a reason to retaliate against Hong Tao because he kept getting bad words. In the end, the dumpling meal turned into a nationwide mobilization. The fat boss took two black people to make the stuffing. Hong Tao took a few
A black man made the noodles, and eventually Simba and several hunting guides also participated. They had high expectations for this Chinese specialty food.
After the stuffing and noodles were ready, Hong Tao discovered another problem, there was no rolling pin! But this problem was easily solved by Boss Liu, beer bottle!
When it comes to making dumplings, if the Chinese are number one in terms of speed and standardization, then black Africans are definitely the champions in terms of artistry and creativity. They just watched from the side as Boss Liu and Boss Fat made a few.
He rushed up with a pair of black hands and enthusiastically joined the process of making dumplings.
It may be because they are too talented in sports and music. Therefore, they do not have enough skill points to allocate to imitation ability. The dumplings they make come in different shapes, including triangular, crescent-shaped, spindle-shaped, and steamed buns.
Anyway, everyone's bag is different and each one has its own characteristics.
Then Simba and the three white hunting guides couldn't help it anymore. They also joined the team of making dumplings. Although their skills were not very good and the dumplings they made could not stand up, they could be seen at a glance without having to think hard.
As long as they are dumplings, they are considered qualified.
"Hey, Uncle Fat, you don't bring anything like this. Just pick the dumplings made by you and Uncle Liu, and try the others too!" After the dumplings were cooked and served, Hong Tao discovered another problem, Fatty
The boss can tell based on the shape of the dumplings which ones he has made and which ones made by others. He will not touch any of the dumplings made by others.
"Okay, okay, let's get around your fat uncle. With their hands, it makes me sick even thinking about it, let alone eating it. How about you try it?" The fat boss put a triangular dumpling into Hong Tao's bowl.
"Just eat, because my skin is dark, not dirty!" Hong Tao actually didn't want to eat, but he was forced here. Not only did he have to eat, but he also had to eat without hesitation.
"Don't tell me, this crocodile stuffing is really not unpalatable. It's almost the same as beef stuffing. It doesn't have any weird taste." Hong Tao expressed that he was very satisfied with this dumpling meal.
Not only Hong Tao is satisfied, but everyone in the camp is also satisfied with the food. Even the picky boss Liu is full of praise for the meat stuffing made from crocodiles. He even discussed importing crocodiles to China through Hong Tao and Simba.
Regarding the meat issue, Simba doesn’t know much about this issue. He just said that part of the crocodile meat can be processed by quick freezing and shipped to Boss Liu by air to China. Of course, Boss Liu must pay the cost separately.
However, this meal of dumplings also had a side effect, that is, the next morning Hong Tao discovered that the breakfast was still dumplings. Although the black people were not very good at craftsmanship, they stole the dumplings very quickly. Apart from the appearance, the taste of the dumplings was basically the same.
Not bad, just a little on the lighter side.
Hong Tao is not willing to deny other people's achievements, but he is really not used to eating boiled dumplings so early in the morning. In the habits of northerners, breakfast is very different from lunch and dinner. But they kindly prepared dumplings for everyone.
, Hong Tao is not good either
He meant not to eat, so he came up with another idea. He took the two black cooks to the kitchen, took out the pancake-like thing they used to barbecue, poured a little coconut oil on it, and then put the cooked food in the pan.
Put the dumplings on, and the dumplings are transformed into pot stickers.
These black people had never seen such wonderful cooking skills. When they saw the white dumplings turned golden yellow when turned over on the pan, and the taste changed significantly, they immediately admired Hong Tao.
He was so stunned that he fell to the ground.
So Hong Tao's name changed from Tao to Chinese Dumpling! Hong Tao was originally reluctant to accept this name, but after Holland's explanation, Hong Tao had to accept it. It turns out that in the local naming habit, objects are added to the name.
, the names of buildings or animals are all manifestations of high-end atmosphere and class. Generally, only the relatively NB people in the tribe can have such names. Dutch Pee and the others have been here for several years and have never received such a name.
A noble name.
After breakfast, Hong Tao and his group packed up their luggage and got into the off-road vehicle again with large and small bags. However, this time they did not go hunting, but went to the small airport and took a private plane to the next hunting camp.
The decision to change the camp was discussed last night. In the original plan of Nason Company, Hong Tao and his party should stay in the Simba Camp for about 5 days before changing the camp. However, God’s calculations are not as good as theirs.
It only took more than a day to hunt the buffalo and leopard among the five major African beasts. The remaining three animals were not widely distributed around the Simba camp, so after everyone's discussion, we decided to change the hunting ground in advance.
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The biggest opponent to this resolution was the fat boss. He didn’t have any objections to changing the hunting ground, but he was full of despair about taking that small plane. But this is the East African prairie, and there is neither high-speed rail nor highway.
On the way.
If you don't take such a small plane, you have to drive more than 700 kilometers on the grassland to reach another hunting ground. The fat boss still understands the lesser of two evils.
, it is better to endure a few hours on the plane, the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, especially when no matter what choice you make, it will hurt.
