Facing Batulu's astonishment, Qin Changfeng walked to the front as if nothing happened and filled himself a bowl of fragrant braised pork.
I found a random place and sat down. The Indians around me greeted Qin Changfeng and joked.
"General Qin, I heard that you don't have a wife yet?"
"Oh, yes."
"Look at my girl. She is under thirty this year. I think she is quite suitable for you."
"Go, go, that girl of yours is obviously twenty-nine, and she's only a few days away from being thirty, and she's still pretending to be young."
"General Qin, what do you think of my girl? She is twenty this year."
A group of Indian gentlemen actually talked about matchmaking to Qin Changfeng at the dinner table. Seeing this scene, Batulu was a little confused.
First it was the meat, and then his own people actually started to want the Long Yan people to be their son-in-law.
At this moment, he felt that his brain had been greatly impacted, and he could not understand why these people could treat a foreign colonist like this.
Those British and French people committed unforgivable crimes here.
Is there anything different about these Longyan people?
Reality and original stereotypes kept colliding in Batulu's mind. Finally, with his stomach rumbling, Batulu decided not to think about it for now.
Go ahead and finish the meat and eat it.
He ran over and was dumbfounded when he saw a barrel full of meat.
Although their tribe was a relatively wealthy place nearby, they would not eat such a luxury item like meat. In fact, in order to survive, they had to trade most of their meat with the Spaniards in exchange for a little food.
Store it to survive the tough winter.
Therefore, it is good for them to eat meat twice a year, and it is only a small piece of meat for five or six people.
I have never been so luxurious, with a barrel of meat just sitting there.
Batulu asked Long Yan's chef in disbelief: "How much can I take?"
Long Yan's chef couldn't understand the Indian language and looked confused. At this time, the Indian eating next to him kindly said to him: "You can eat as much as you want, but one thing cannot be wasted!"
“You must not throw it away if you can’t eat it!”
As soon as he heard this, Batulu exploded immediately, and it was wasted. This is meat, how can it be wasted!
Batulu shakily filled a bowl of meat and placed it on Qin Changfeng's table, breathing heavily in disbelief.
What was placed in front of me was really a big bowl of meat!
Batulu stretched out his hand to grab the meat, but this barbaric and rude move was immediately stopped by others.
"What are you doing?"
"Is this how food is eaten?"
Baturu looked confused. Wasn't he eating it with his hands, or what was he eating it with?
Then he noticed two stick-like things in other people's hands and pointed at them: "Eat with these?"
The others nodded: "Yes, these are chopsticks, a good thing brought by General Qin."
Chopsticks? What are those?
Batulu was stunned. He had heard that Spain, Britain and France all used knives, forks, and spoons to eat, but he had never heard of such things as chopsticks.
Seeing Batulu staring at the meat in his bowl, but unable to eat it with his hands, the tears from the corners of his mouth were almost dripping.
Qin Changfeng laughed and then shouted: "Take him the spoon."
Soon, Batulu had a spoon in his hand. Although he was not skillful in using it, he at least got the meat into his mouth.
Qin Changfeng glanced at him and said nothing.
Batulu almost shed tears while eating, and soon the bowl was gone.