Jiang Cheng's highly skillful recipe description successfully tempted foreigners' appetite.

"Jiang, please stop talking. You're making me drool."

"Where can I eat the food you mentioned?"

Jiang Cheng stood up calmly and said, "These are the basic dishes. I'll go ask the chef here."

Several foreigners nodded immediately.

Jiang Cheng walked towards a foreign trade staff member and told him the ordering requests of several foreigners.

The staff immediately communicated with the hotel staff, and since the dishes ordered by Jiang Cheng were not difficult at all, the chef agreed without any difficulty.

Jiang Cheng reminded, "Most of them like sweet food. Add sugar to scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Don't make the Kung Pao Chicken spicy. The crispy pork is slightly spicy. Have some dumplings stuffed with cucumber and eggs. It's refreshing and helps relieve greasiness."

The chef wrote them down one by one.

And I remembered it deeply in my heart, it turns out that foreigners like this taste.

No wonder every time foreigners come here they always say they don’t like to eat this or that.

After arranging the kitchen matters, Jiang Cheng wrote the application and prepared to take the foreigners out for a walk.

Of course, it was impossible for Jiang Cheng to bring everyone with her alone, so Leader Leng assigned her four escorts.

After the group came out of the hotel, there was a special van.

The travel treatment is also amazing.

Jiang Cheng did not take the bus all the way. In some ancient streets and alleys, Jiang Cheng took the foreigners off the bus and walked into the alleys.

"Look at the wall here. Do you know why it is shaped like this?"

The foreigners were attracted by Jiang Cheng's words. China's history and ancient architecture were what attracted them.

"This kind of wall is called a cloud wall, which is a very beautiful name, but it is actually designed based on the undulating terrain and the actual needs of shielding."

"The eaves here are gable roofs, which are for draining rainwater... and hard roofs..."

"These are tiles and drips. Tiles protect the wooden eaves and beautify the outline..."

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An expert can tell whether it is good or not just by looking at it.

Jiang Cheng's immersive explanation completely brought a group of foreigners into the scene of her speech.

But in the eyes of the people around them, they were just a group of people staring at a broken roof, nodding their heads and marveling at it.

Just like a bunch of fools!

After Jiang Cheng and his group left, several old men and women came over and looked up.

"What on earth are they looking at?"

"What are you looking at? We are all foreigners. Please pay attention to your appearance!"

"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up and get a piece of cloth to wipe it off. I'm sure someone will see it."

It must be said that the people right now have a strong sense of national honor.

Jiang Cheng took a group of foreigners to walk through the streets, and she could tell a story even with an ordinary brick.

The four accompanying personnel who followed behind didn't understand much, but they still admired him.

Because any previous translator was just a translator and could never take the lead like Jiang Cheng, and do whatever she said.

It is always foreigners who ask the questions and translators who answer them, which is very passive.

After a morning of visiting, the group of foreigners walked a lot and were exhausted.

When Jiang Cheng saw that it was almost done, he took the foreigners back to the car and went back to the hotel for lunch.

For lunch, the chef followed the recipe Jiang Cheng gave him and made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Kung Pao chicken, soft-fried pork tenderloin, cold cucumber salad, and dumplings stuffed with cucumber.

Several foreigners had already left because they were hungry.

After washing their hands, everyone sat down and started to share the food with their plates.

"Ginger, let's eat together."

"Yes, come on!"

Jiang Cheng pretended to refuse twice, but when he couldn't refuse anymore, he joined in.

She also followed suit and put a little of each food on her plate, the only difference was that she used chopsticks.

After the food was distributed, everyone started to eat.

"Oh my god! This tomato is so delicious!"

"What's this called? It's delicious."

"This fried meat is very delicious. I like it."

After just one bite, foreigners began to praise the food.

Then they started eating with big mouthfuls, and it really suited their taste.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the chefs waiting for evaluation and silently gave them a thumbs up.

After eating a little bit full, everyone started chatting while eating and drinking.

As we talked, we ended up talking about food culture and the differences in tableware.

Several foreigners dislike Chinese chopsticks and think they are inflexible.

Jiang Cheng did not argue with them, but asked back: "Do you know what the meaning of Chinese chopsticks is?"

When the foreigners heard this, they became more excited as they listened to another little story.

Jiang Cheng picked up the chopsticks and started.

"The chopsticks are seven feet and six inches long, symbolizing the seven emotions and six desires of human beings."

"The chopsticks are round on the top and square on the bottom, which represents the roundness of the sky and the squareness of the earth. They are also easy to hold, implying that one should be round on the outside and square on the inside when doing things and being a person."

"Two chopsticks are a symbol of yin and yang, one moving and one still, yin and yang are in balance."

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During the meal, Jiang Cheng talked about everything from chopsticks to the firing of porcelain.

The foreigner was so absorbed in listening that he finished all the food without noticing.

This was the most filling meal they had ever had since coming to China.

"This meal is really delicious!"

"It would be even better if we could have a dessert at this auspicious time."

"I could really use a little sweetness."

After hearing this, Jiang Cheng suggested, "Dessert? We have prepared Chinese desserts, why not try some?"

When the foreigners heard that there would be desserts, they all became excited again.

Jiang Cheng gave the chef a signal, and the chef understood and returned to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, a large tray with crystal clear fruits on thin wooden sticks appeared.

Jiang Cheng stood up and introduced himself.

"This dessert is called Tanghulu, a dessert unique to China. It contains washed and seeded fruits and is coated with syrup. You can try it."

After the chef put down the tray, he stood with Jiang Cheng.

The foreigners stood up one after another and each took a candied haws and started eating.

The crunchy sugar coating and the sweet and sour hawthorns perfectly satisfy foreigners' demand for desserts.

Just when they were enjoying the food, the food was gone from their plates.

"Ginger, do you have any more? I really want to eat another one."

“I want to eat several!”

"It's delicious! This is the best dessert I've ever had!"

Jiang Cheng had expected this and pretended to be embarrassed for a minute, then discussed with the chef for a few more minutes.

Finally, Jiang Cheng looked at the foreigner and said, "The chef said there are some fruits left. How about we make some together?"

"Really? That's great!"

"It will be fun!"

"I'm so excited. I can't wait."

In this way, the afternoon activity was arranged, handmade candied haws.

Not only did the foreigners not complain or grumble, they were even reluctant to leave when the event ended.

At the very end, several foreigners took out tips and gave them to the chef, Jiang Cheng, and the staff present.

All those who received the tip looked at the cold leader at the same time, their eyes conveying the same message: This money? to whom?