When Zhao Weiji and Dongfang Li arrived at the restaurant, the Indians had been sitting in the restaurant for a while. For them, everything they experienced today was a dreamy experience.

And when they sat at the dining table, the experience was unprecedented, because the first time they saw these exquisite things were all food.

Unlike the original cooking method of the Indians, the dishes placed in front of them are exquisite, beautiful, and exuding an attractive aroma.

Even the chief couldn't help asking Snow what these things were.

"What is that?" the chief pointed to a dish made of corn on the table.

"That's corn, Lord Chief."

"Can corn do that?" the chief was very surprised.

In fact, that dish was just a home-cooked dish made of corn kernels and diced green peppers. After gradually gaining a foothold in North America, Zhao Weiji basically collected all the crops native to the Americas, including green peppers, chili peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc.

Today, the dishes in Xinhua City, North America are actually more abundant than those in the Central Plains.

No wonder the chief was surprised, because the way they process corn was nothing more than cooking or roasting, and they had never heard of this cooking method.

"So what is that?" the chief pointed to another dish, it was just a beef sauce dish.

“That’s beef.”

"Is that beef?" The chief was uneasy again.

It's no wonder that anyone has seen beef, but if the beef is sliced, the chief wouldn't dare to admit it. The reason is the same, I've never seen this way of cooking.

It was too difficult for the Indians, who could not even make iron tools to cut their meat into slices.

At this moment, Zhao Weiji and Dongfang Li entered the main table.

"Sorry, Chief, we're late."

After Snow translated this sentence to the chief, the chief signaled that it was not important, so Zhao Weiji and Dongfang Li did it.

At this time, people were basically complete, so everyone stopped being polite and took the opportunity to start the party.

However, after the meal, trouble came again, that is, the chopsticks prepared on the meal were too difficult for these Indian natives. Fortunately, Zhao Weiji had thought of a solution for this. He had built a batch of forks and distributed them to various restaurants in Xinhua City a long time ago.

However, the owner of the restaurant didn't quite understand why this was. However, since it was given by the prince and it was given for free, the bosses took it all away.

At this time, these forks can come in handy.

So Zhao Weiji immediately ordered Dongfang Li to find someone to take out all the forks and then give them to the chiefs and the others for use.

Forks are much easier to use than chopsticks, so the chief quickly mastered the use of forks, so he could eat happily.

In addition to the fork, there was also a spoon on the dining table. These two tableware made the chief realize for the first time that he could eat like this in addition to using his hands.

When he tasted the dishes on the table, the chief had only one feeling, that was, he almost swallowed up his tongue.

She had never eaten anything so delicious. Before eating this meal, food was just for her to maintain her survival needs, and eating was just a routine for these Indians.

They never thought that eating could become a pleasure.

This situation occurs not only because of the profoundness and variability of Chinese cuisine. Another very important reason is that these Indians cannot even use salt.

Salt is the first of all flavors. If you don’t add salt, you believe that no one can taste delicious.

So it can be imagined how Indians who have long used foods that do not add salt can enjoy the process of eating.

"Why is this beef so delicious?" The chief could not help it, and finally asked about the secret of this delicious food.

"It's actually very simple. We put salt." Zhao Weiji didn't plan to teach them a cooking class here because he didn't have much research on cooking.

But he can make these Indians dependent on salt here. I think no one wants to go back and eat those plain flavors after eating foods filled with salt.

"Salt? Prince, how do you translate this thing?" Snow was a little troubled now, because the word salt did not appear in Indian language, at least not yet.

"Just tell her directly in Chinese."

So Snow directly transliterated the past.

"yan? What is yan?" The chief still didn't understand what salt is.

So Zhao Weiji asked Dongfang Li to find the kitchen to make a piece of barbecue without any seasonings, and then brought it to the chief.

"Try this." Zhao Weiji made a gesture of asking for help.

Snow cut a slice of barbecue with a knife and put it in front of the chief. The chief picked up the fork and put it in his mouth.

The taste was as boring as the barbecue she usually ate.

"This is no different from what we usually eat."

Of course, Zhao Weiji knew that the chief would say this, so he picked up the salt pot that was served with the barbecue, grabbed a small pinch of salt from it and sprinkled it evenly on the barbecue, and then asked Snow to cut a piece and put it in front of the chief.

"Is there any difference if you try again?"

Although I didn't understand what Zhao Weiji did, the chief still put the second piece of barbecue in doubt and put it in his mouth.

This time it feels obviously different. With a certain salty barbecue, it is obviously much better than before.

"What kind of magic is this?" This incredible change left the chief feeling a little at a loss.

"This is not magic. I just put some salt on the meat. If not, you can try it." After saying that, Zhao Weiji grabbed a small pinch of salt from the salt jar and placed it on the back of the chief's hand.

The chief carefully licked the salt on the back of his hand and was surprised to find that the taste was the same as the salty tasted on the meat just now. In this way, the salty taste came from these small white particles.

"This..., is this what you mean by salt? How many other things do you have? What do I need to exchange with you." After the chief figured out what exactly made the barbecue delicious, he immediately understood the important surname of this salt.

So she immediately proposed to exchange things for the salt.

Zhao Weiji waited all night and finally waited for what he wanted. As long as the chief spoke, Zhao Weiji's next thing would be easier.

The chief had no idea that the dinner she participated in tonight was a Hongmen Banquet. Zhao Weiji prepared countless ** at this Hongmen Banquet, and what he wanted was that the chief sold all his clan to Zhao Weiji without knowing it.

Just as Zhao Weiji was about to answer the chief's question, a man suddenly broke into the private room where the main table was, one of the many Indians sitting on the small table outside.

However, the man broke in a little strange. His steps were a little fluffy, his walking was a little shaking, and his cheeks were red, feeling like he was drunk.

The man knelt in front of the chief as soon as he broke in, making him feel like he was begging for a big call to the chief.

"Snow, what did this guy say?"

"As a prince, this person begged their chief to get more divine water from us. He said that divine water was so delicious, and it was so comfortable to drink it."

At this time, Zhao Weiji already knew what the divine water in the human mouth was. In fact, it was not a divine water, but wine, pure Chinese liquor.

This is the second ** that Zhao Weiji prepared for the Indians, that is alcohol.

Zhao Weiji was not sure whether the Indians would make wine by themselves, but according to the history that Zhao Weiji knew, later North American Indians had a serious tradition of alcohol abuse. This nation seemed to be easily addicted to alcohol.

So Zhao Weiji decided to use the Americans to deal with the Indians, which was to provide a large amount of fine wine to make them addicted, thus achieving a disguised control.

At this moment, more Indians rushed in with wine bottles, and they made the same move as the first person.

If the first person has not yet been taken seriously by the chief, then the person who comes in will not let the chief become curious about such a divine water.

So she asked Snow to discuss the same thing.

"Give it to her, that thing is just wine."

After Snow learned what it was from Zhao Weiji, he asked the waiter for a small pot of wine, and then poured a small cup for the chief.

The chief tried to take a sip. When she first took it, the spicy throat made her feel a little unbearable, but after a sip of wine, the feeling of blood boiling under the stimulation of alcohol made the chief feel inexplicably comfortable, so she took another sip.

Finally she realized why so many tribe members begged her to get more of this kind of divine water from these people. This kind of water is indeed divine water.

So she spoke again: "I wonder if you can exchange more such divine water for us at the same time. Just talk if you want something."

Now Zhao Weiji was completely relieved. These Indians were completely trapped. No matter how you say it, they would probably be able to cheat a lot of gold.

However, Zhao Weiji didn't plan to cheat and buy gold at once and it was done. He was going to fish for big fish in a long line. After all, it was the real plan to completely Chineseize these people.

"I can send a large batch of these things to the chief."

Hearing Zhao Weiji's words, the chief was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"But..." Just when the chief was excited, Zhao Weiji said the next thing.

"But if you want more after using this batch of things, you have to use gold to exchange it again."

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Chapter completed!