Chapter 721: A Weak Country Has No Diplomacy
At first glance, Lu Miao has a slender neck and a straight waist.
His movements were graceful, just like those of the other foreign media colleagues at the table.
In addition to Deputy Director Zhao, the small team from the British News Agency were actually a little worried about Lu Miao, both openly and secretly.
But among them, Lu Miao was the happiest and most cheerful.
Everyone was speechless.
But how would they know?
This newcomer in front of me was once a pampered daughter of a prominent family.
The world of fame and fortune that so many people pursue is just an amusement park at her fingertips.
How could Western dining etiquette be something so big and impossible for her?
…
No one spoke at the table, only the gentle "clink" sound of the knife and fork touching the plate.
Lu Miao cut off a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
It has been a long time since I last had Western food, and the atmosphere of the Foreign Affairs Mansion in front of me is completely different from the outside.
I don’t know whether it was the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly.
Every scene and every object made her feel a real sense of confusion for a moment.
She seemed to have returned to the days of extravagance and decadence in the past.
Lu Miao took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly to clear his mind of the messy thoughts.
She had an outstanding appearance and excellent manners. Not only the old colleagues from the British Society sitting at the long table were paying attention to her.
Several outsiders also became curious about her.
Seeing her suddenly close her eyes, frowning slightly and looking dissatisfied, the Australian foreign media asked curiously:
"Miss Translator, you seem a little unhappy. Is it because you don't like our catering style"
——Ms. Translator, you seem unhappy. Is it because you don’t like our dining style?
Lu Miao opened his eyes in shock, and the cutlery in his hand that was cutting the food stopped.
“Every meal placed in front of me is very distinctive.”
——Every meal placed in front of me is very unique.
She smiled and shook her head, explaining:
“Just considering that we are Chinese after all, the cooking methods and standards may be different from those in your own countries. If there is any inadequate hospitality due to the taste difference, I will feel ashamed for that.”
——We are Chinese after all, and our cooking methods and standards may differ from yours in your respective countries. If the difference in taste leads to poor hospitality, I would feel ashamed.
Lu Miao's words were humble and sincere, but what he said was true.
She has eaten a lot of authentic French food, Italian food, and delicacies from all over the world.
The meals prepared by the Foreign Affairs Mansion looked decent, but there were some issues with the cooking temperature and the selection of ingredients.
At that time, there were few opportunities to study abroad. The country would invest in training college students, but it would not necessarily train a few chefs.
As a native Chinese, it is normal that I cannot cook authentic Western food because I have never traveled abroad to experience it myself.
But the problem does exist, so they took the initiative to bring it up in a tactful way, which is better than letting the guests bring it up.
US foreign media said:
"Please don't think like this."
——Please don’t think so.
When the French and foreign media saw their companions talking one after another, they pointed at the table and looked at the British British News Agency group.
Several people from the British British Society at the table reacted and wanted to remind Lu Miao that she was the only one who could speak French, so they asked her to quickly relay the meaning of the conversation.
But before he could find a chance to speak, Lu Miao had already explained what happened in French.
The French and foreign media were stunned for a moment, put down their knives and forks, and almost shook their hands to pieces.
They probably all show the elegance of each country.
Several foreign staff members all had smiling faces and explained to Lu Miao and the people from the Guoying Society that they should not worry too much.
Although their dining habits are different, they are very touched that the Foreign Affairs Office has made such preparations.
They can understand and are willing to tolerate problems with details, which are all small matters.
Lu Miao smiled calmly and said:
“There are also many authentic delicacies in our country. If everyone has enough time during this trip, I suggest that you can experience and taste them.”
——There are also many authentic delicacies in our country. If you have plenty of time on this trip, I suggest you try them.
"Really If possible, we'd love to!"
Really? We'd love to if we could!
Lu Miao did not respond directly, but turned to look at Deputy Director Zhao and the others.
French, not many people may understand it.
But they can definitely understand English.
There was no need for Lu Miao to elaborate. Several old seniors exchanged glances, whispered a few words to each other briefly, and then started chatting and talking with the foreign staff in a warm manner while eating.
Lu Miao smiled appropriately and was quiet at the right time.
He pays attention to the changes in the expressions of French and foreign media, and occasionally makes a few explanations.
She doesn't know whether she can do it or not.
It was just that lunch was over, and the comrades from the palace came in to clear the dishes, and the foreign staff went back to their rooms for lunch break.
French and foreign media slowed down and deliberately stopped at the door for a while to wait for her.
“Avez-vous besoin d'aide”
"It's a simple journey, it's a journey, it's a journey, it's a journey, it's a journey, it's a journey, it's a journey, it's a journey."
The French foreign media stroked her neck with her hand from her chin and said very pertinently that she spoke fluent French and her pronunciation was quite authentic.
This can probably be considered a compliment.
Lu Miao's eyes curved as he thanked her politely:
"Merci de votre reconnaissance. Je suis profondément honoré."
The French foreign media stroked her long golden hair that was tied into a small braid at the back of her head.
The Chinese are so humble and polite that he felt a little embarrassed.
After speaking a few more words subtly to the beautiful oriental translator, the French foreign media waved goodbye and went upstairs.
"Um……"
Lu Miao straightened his chest and squeezed his shoulders.
Deputy Director Zhao came over, patted her on the shoulder, and praised her:
"Good job, Xiao Lu, you really can talk with your little mouth."
Deputy Director Zhao had no idea how good Lu Miao's French was, as there was no one else present who could speak it.
However, Director Cheng and Director Che, who were in the same business as him, nodded in approval of Lu Miao's English level. Even though Deputy Director Zhao did not understand English, he recognized Lu Miao.
He laughed softly, "Haha," and said as he led Lu Miao along:
"In the past, we were afraid that foreigners wouldn't be able to eat our food, so we always hesitated to bring it up. But now I think about it, it's a crossroads of cultures, isn't dining habits also a form of cultural exchange?"
"Your suggestion is good! Very good!"
Lu Miao scratched his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed by the compliment:
"I just said it casually. As long as it doesn't cause any trouble, that's good."
Chinese cuisine has always been a genre with a strong local flavor.
Although people's daily lives are hard and simple, the country still has the capacity.
Moreover, cross-border communication is all about friendly exchanges.
Only by letting people see the "good" and rich side can we build a bridge of friendship.
Countries also consider interests.
At first glance, all you see is devastation, poverty and backwardness, leaving you with no possibility of development.
That would directly block 60 percent of diplomatic avenues.
As for the other 40 percent...
How does the saying go?
A weak country has no diplomacy.
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