Jiang Cheng’s detailed description of his culinary skills successfully made the foreigners crave the food.
"Jiang, stop talking, you’re making my mouth water."
"Where can we try these dishes you’re talking about?"
Jiang Cheng calmly stood up and said, "These are basic dishes. Let me check with the chef here."
The foreign guests nodded immediately.
Jiang Cheng approached a staff member from the trading company and communicated the foreigners’ requests for dishes.
The staff quickly coordinated with the hotel because the dishes Jiang Cheng requested weren’t difficult, and the chef agreed without much difficulty.
Jiang Cheng reminded them, "They mostly like sweet flavors, so add some sugar to the tomato and scrambled eggs, make the Kung Pao chicken mild, add a bit of spice to the crispy pork, and prepare cucumber and egg dumplings for a refreshingly rich taste."
The chef noted everything down.
And remembered it well, realizing that foreigners enjoy these flavors.
No wonder whenever foreigners come, they often say they don’t like this or that.
After everything was settled in the kitchen, Jiang Cheng wrote the necessary approvals to take the foreigners for a walk.
Of course, it wasn’t just Jiang Cheng taking care of everyone. Director Leng assigned her four assistants.
Once they left the hotel, there was a dedicated minivan waiting.
This kind of travel treatment was excellent.
Jiang Cheng didn’t stay in the car the whole time. In some ancient alleys, she had the foreigners get out and walk into the alleyways.
"Everyone, look at these walls. Do you know why they are made in a wavy shape?"
The foreigners were drawn to Jiang Cheng’s words, as Hua Xia’s history and ancient architecture fascinated them.
"These are called cloud walls, a beautiful name, but they are designed based on the terrain’s ups and downs and the need for coverage."
"The eaves here are suspended roofs, which help drain rainwater... and there are also flush gable roofs..."
"These are eaves tiles and drip tiles. The eaves tiles protect the wooden eaves and beautify the contours..."
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When an expert shows their skills, it immediately becomes evident.
Jiang Cheng’s immersive explanation thoroughly engaged the group of foreigners, drawing them into the scene she described.
But to outsiders, they seemed like a bunch of fools fixated on an old rooftop, nodding and expressing wonder.
Just like a group of idiots!
After Jiang Cheng and the group left, some local elderly people came over and looked up.
"What on earth were they looking at?"
"Why bother? They’re foreigners, so let’s all maintain our image!"
"Exactly, let’s wipe it quickly with a cloth. There must be something to what they were observing."
It must be said, the current public has a strong sense of national pride.
Jiang Cheng led the group of foreigners through the alleys and streets, able to tell a story about even an ordinary brick.
The four accompanying personnel behind her, though not understanding much, were still impressed.
Because no past translator had been able to lead like Jiang Cheng, taking the initiative to share so many insights.
Previously, it was always the foreigners asking questions and the translator responding, in a very passive manner.
By the end of the morning’s visit, the foreigners had walked a lot and were exhausted.
Once Jiang Cheng felt it was about time, she led the foreigners back to the car and returned to the hotel for lunch.
For lunch, the chef followed Jiang Cheng’s recipe: tomato scrambled eggs, Kung Pao chicken, soft fried pork tenderloin, cold cucumber salad, and cucumber-stuffed dumplings.
The foreigners were already quite hungry.
After washing their hands, each took a seat and began serving themselves.
"Jiang, join us."
"Yes, come quickly!"
Jiang Cheng pretended to refuse a couple of times, but when she couldn’t refuse any longer, she joined them.
She also served herself a bit of each dish, the only difference being that she used chopsticks.
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