Chapter 1184 I Miss Mom So Much
Alice nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm and anticipation evident.
The atmosphere was just right when a discordant voice suddenly interrupted:
",filling().filling"
Lu Miao restrained his smile and glanced sideways, letting him figure out what he meant.
But the other party thought she didn't understand Korean and repeated it in English:
"Since ancient times, dumplings have been our traditional food, and they should be filled with Chinese cabbage and kimchi. I think it's completely wrong for you to add meat fillings"
— Dumplings have been a traditional delicacy of ours since ancient times, and they should be stuffed with cabbage and kimchi. I think adding meat filling is completely wrong...
After saying that, they looked at Lu Miao eagerly, as if Lu Miao had plagiarized their culture, and plagiarized it in a very low-quality way.
Korean is a minority language.
When Han Fang first expressed her opinion, most people present did not understand what she meant.
Now that he finished speaking in English, the foreign affairs personnel from more than a dozen countries who were invited to the scene turned to look at Lu Miao, hoping that Lu Miao could give a reasonable explanation.
Lu Miao only objectively pointed out the facts:
“China has a history of five thousand years, and the earliest record of dumplings can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period 2,500 years ago. As far as I know, South Korea has been founded for only 36 years up to now, and even counting the historical Goryeo Dynasty, it has only two thousand years of history.”
China has a 5,000-year history, and the earliest record of dumplings dates back 2,500 years to the Spring and Autumn Period. As far as I know, South Korea has only been established for 36 years, and even if you include the Gul Dynasty, it only has a 2,000-year history...
Lu Miao stopped at the right point and paused skillfully.
She even kept silent about the fact that the Guli Dynasty was a vassal state of China for most of the time.
After a calm and light smile, she continued:
"As we all know, being Asian countries, it's not hard to understand that there are some similarities in food. However, culture is diverse, so we shouldn't impose our own familiar or perceived things on others."
——Of course, as we are all Asian countries, putting history aside, it is not difficult to understand that there are some similarities in cuisine. However, culture is diverse, so there is no need to influence others with what you are familiar with or know.
At the long Western-style dining table, the others looked at each other, then nodded in agreement with Lu Miao's statement of "cultural diversity."
As for cultural "plagiarism"?
If you really want to discuss it in detail, it’s not certain who plagiarized whom!
Haven’t you heard?
If you look through the entire Korean history book, you will only find those years.
What tradition can it have?
To put it bluntly, while the Chinese side was eating dumplings, the Korean side might still be climbing trees!
Thinking of this, someone at the table laughed softly.
The Korean diplomat opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Lu Miao sneered first:
"Besides dumplings, you also eat fried food and Western fast food. I'm a bit confused here—are fried chicken and hamburgers part of your tradition as well?"
—In addition to dumplings, you also eat fried foods and Western fast food. I'm a little confused here. Are fried chicken and hamburgers also your traditional foods?
“…”
Han Fang was suddenly choked, his face flushed red and he couldn't say anything.
Lu Miao glanced sideways and then looked away coldly.
Woof woof woof, what’s a dog barking at?
Maybe it was because her period was coming, and her hands were itching to slap someone.
After the lunchtime tea party ended, everyone chatted and laughed as they waved goodbye on the red carpet at the entrance of the modern building, and then got into the cars of their respective embassies or consulates.
Lu Miao is like this.
But on the way back to the consulate in Manhattan, New York, she told Yu Hong:
"As soon as I get back, I'll fax Minister Zhan and his team a message, asking them to quickly arrange for the relevant personnel to collect and organize historical documents on traditional festivals and dumplings. If possible, they must submit an application for World Heritage status in the shortest possible time."
Yu Hong shook her head slightly. Although she didn't quite understand why her senior suddenly made such an arrangement, she nodded professionally.
"yes."
Just thinking of something, Yu Hong asked again:
"Senior, would you mind sending a letter home on the way as well?"
Lu Miao paused and shook his head slightly:
"Everything is based on official business."
After saying that, he glanced at his watch calmly.
The daylight saving time in the Western District is twelve hours slower than the time in northern Beijing.
It's one o'clock in the afternoon here, but it's already early morning at home.
Later.
In the evening, when she was about to return home, she called back.
Calculating the date, the things I bought before should have arrived.
This time we're asking...
The next morning in Jingbei, Fu Jingyou received a call from Lu Miao.
Baichuan, who rarely got up early, heard the news from his mother and ran over quickly, tiptoed and pulled his father's trouser leg.
He tilted his neck and stretched out his hands to ask for a hug and talk to his mother.
This phone call temporarily reassured Fu Jingyou. Seeing the boy's later appearance, Fu Jingyou laughed and picked up the child, then put the microphone close to the boy's ear and said:
"Call mom and tell her 'Mom needs to take a rest and come back early'."
Baichuan repeated it obediently, puffing out his little mouth and mumbling cutely:
"Mom hasn't been home for a long time. When will she come home? Yangyang misses her so much."
The chubby boy expressed the feelings of Fu Jingyou as a father.
Fu Jingyou smiled and touched his head with emotion and praise.
"Mom will be back soon. When I finish work, I'll bring gifts for you and your brothers and sisters, okay?"
"Um!"
"Baby is so good, give the phone to daddy first."
Baichuan pecked his head and pushed the microphone to his father with his two little hands:
"Dad picks up!"
Fu Jingyou took the phone and mentioned that the elders were going to take the children to Tianjin for a trip.
Lu Miao took the opportunity to ask about Shi An and Ming Yi. After understanding the general situation, he couldn't help but nag and give instructions:
"If they haven't called back, you should think about calling them. Ask Hu Zhiyuan to go check on the two children and ask if they want to come back... Teach Xia Xia and Yang Yang more. Let them listen to Dad and Auntie when they go out to play. If they go to the beach, let Dad and Auntie watch them carefully and don't let the children go into the water..."
Fu Jingyou curved his lips and smiled:
"I know all this, don't worry, ah."
A lot of random things were said on the phone, but before the couple had a chance to ask each other questions, Yu Hong on Lu Miao's end suddenly said something, and the call was abruptly cut off.
Fu Jingyou felt a surge of emotion in his heart, and he held the microphone against his ear for a long time without moving.
Although I feel a little regretful that I couldn't say a few more words, it is enough to know that the child's mother is doing well over there.
He laughed, shook his head, and hung up the phone.
After having breakfast at home, Tang Mei and Lu Yuanzheng packed up and prepared to leave for Tianjin.
Fu Jingyou took the explanatory letter written by his father-in-law and the student's address, bought a bag of fruit and visited the student's home in person.
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