A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1184 I Miss Mom So Much
Alice nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm and anticipation palpable.

The atmosphere was just right when a discordant voice suddenly interrupted:
",filling().filling"

Lu Miao suppressed his smile and glanced at him, leaving it to him to figure out what he meant.

But the other party thought she didn't understand Korean, so she 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"

——Since ancient times, dumplings have been our traditional food, and they should be stuffed with Chinese cabbage and kimchi. I think your practice of adding meat stuffing is completely wrong...

After saying that, they looked at Lu Miao eagerly, as if Lu Miao had plagiarized their culture, and plagiarized it at a very low level.

Korean is a minority language.

When Han Fang first expressed her opinion, most people present did not understand what she meant.

Now 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 years ago. As far as I know, South Korea has been founded for only 500 years up to now, and even counting the historical Goryeo Dynasty, it has only two thousand years of history.”

——China has a history of 2500 years, and the earliest record of dumplings can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period 36 years ago. As far as I know, South Korea has only been established for years, and even if the Guli Dynasty is included in history, it only has a history of years...

Lu Miao stopped at the right point and paused skillfully.

She even didn't tell anyone that the Guli Dynasty was a vassal state of China for most of the time.

After a calm and shallow 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 both are Asian countries, history aside, it is not difficult to understand that there are some similarities in food. 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 we really discuss it in detail, it’s not certain who plagiarized whom!

Haven't you heard?

If you read the entire history book of the Korean side from beginning to end, 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 on the 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 am a little confused here, are fried chicken and hamburgers also your traditional foods?
"..."

Han Fang was suddenly choked, his face turned red and he couldn't utter a word.

Lu Miao glanced at him sideways and then looked away coldly.

Woof woof woof, what’s a dog’s barking?
Maybe it was because her period was coming, and her hands were itching to slap someone.

After the lunch break, 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.

It was only on the way back to the consulate in Manhattan, New York, that she told Yu Hong:
"As soon as I get back, I will fax Minister Zhan and his team a message, asking them to arrange for relevant personnel to collect and integrate historical documents on traditional festivals and dumplings as soon as possible. If possible, they must submit an application for World Heritage status in the short term."

Yu Hong shook her head slightly. Although she didn't quite understand why the senior suddenly made such an arrangement, she still nodded with professionalism:

"Yes." Yu Hong just thought of something and asked again:

"Senior, would you mind sending a letter home as well?"

Lu Miao paused and shook his head gently:

“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 that in northern Beijing.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon here, but it's already early morning at home.

Let's do it 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 is a good time to ask...

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. He ran over quickly and stood on tiptoe to pull his father's trouser leg.

He tilted his neck and stretched out his hands to 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 will be back soon.'"

Baichuan repeated it obediently, puffing up 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 will bring gifts for you and your brothers and sisters, okay?"

"Ok!"

"Baby is so good, give the phone to daddy first."

Baichuan pecked at 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 learning the general situation, he couldn't help but nag and instruct them:
"If they don't call back, you should think about calling them and ask Hu Zhiyuan to go and see how the two children are doing and ask them if they want to come back... Teach Xia Xia and Yang Yang more and let them listen to their dad and aunt when they go out to play. If they go to the beach, let their dad and aunt 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 things were discussed during the phone call, but before the couple had a chance to ask each other questions, Yu Hong on the other end of the phone suddenly said something, and the call was abruptly terminated.

Fu Jingyou felt a sudden rush 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.