Maynard was taken aback, "dicinal cuisine?" he muttered softly. He recalled that bowl of very tasty porridge, though there was only a little, and he still savored the mory after drinking it.
That’s what they call dicinal cuisine.
Thinking of this, Maynard imdiately nodded, "Sure, let’s go taste so Chinese dicinal cuisine."
The translator smiled and, along with Maynard, took a few bodyguards and left.
Having been inford beforehand, the translator took Maynard to a nearby restaurant and ordered so soups and dishes.
Maynard, very intrigued, used chopsticks to pick up the food, handling the chopsticks very skillfully.
"Is this dicinal cuisine?" Maynard took a bite, feeling the taste seed off, and showed a puzzled expression.
The translator felt a shiver in his heart and quickly said, "There are many types of dicinal cuisine, generally, anything incorporating suitable herbs that provide nourishnt to the body is called dicinal cuisine."
Maynard put down his chopsticks, shook his head, and said, "No, this is not the dicinal cuisine I’ve had before."
The translator was stunned and couldn’t help but ask, "Has Mr. Morris had Chinese dicinal cuisine before?"
He had received a generous gift and wanted Maynard to be interested in dicinal cuisine, thus making corresponding requests to the authorities, so he was shocked by his previous words, and surprised again by his current statent.
"Yes, it was brought to by a young mother, who probably isn’t officially a mother. It was very delicious, without this strange taste, and after drinking that porridge, I felt very spirited. Of course, that might be a psychological effect, but the porridge was truly very tasty."
As Maynard spoke, he reminisced about the taste of that dicinal porridge, the more he recalled, the more he wanted to have it.
The translator glanced at the soup, ordered on purpose to highlight the value of dicinal cuisine, so its herbal flavor was stronger, which also had much to do with the chef’s skills.
The translator took the opportunity to say, "Actually, speaking of dicinal cuisine, one really should ntion so old brands, like Heavenly Blessing, which makes particularly good dicinal cuisine. It’s very tasty, and everyone who tries it praises it highly."
The translator spoke with a calm face, and Maynard, a foreigner, along with his foreign bodyguards, how could they possibly know when Heavenly Blessing was established, or if it’s an old brand?
Anyway, his job was to make Maynard interested in dicinal cuisine so that Heavenly Blessing could successfully beco a sponsor.
As for whether Maynard would verify that or actually like Heavenly Blessing, that’s not sothing he needed to consider.
Maynard was indeed very interested, all due to the dicinal porridge brought by that young mother, so after returning, he really did make the corresponding request to the embassy, hoping to have dicinal cuisine at the reception.
The authorities were naturally delighted to hear Maynard’s request. If an essence of the country could go abroad, it would be a great boon for the country.
There were other candidates for the dicinal cuisine competition, but the most competitive was Heavenly Blessing.
Maynard didn’t quite understand these matters, but he could see that the translator deliberately introduced the concept of dicinal cuisine. Although not very familiar with the brand, he still had soone inquire about Heavenly Blessing, as it was eventually chosen by the authorities as the sponsor.
Though Maynard wasn’t very concerned about it, he didn’t want to be easily deceived either, so this inquiry indeed led him to uncover so things.
Regardless of whether Heavenly Blessing’s dicinal cuisine tasted good or not, the information was far too inaccurate. Maynard understood what an "old brand" ans, and how could a company not even half a year old be considered "old"?
If he was properly recomnded, he wouldn’t mind, but such deceitful tactics to achieve their goals made Maynard very angry.
In a fit of anger, he initially wanted to refuse to consu this sponsor’s food, but making a fuss over such a matter would be unbefitting of his aristocratic identity and could cause unnecessary misunderstandings with the authorities.
But he was unwilling to just compromise like this.
"You could et the company’s boss, give them a hard ti, and make them retreat tactically," suggested his noble companion who ca with Maynard.
Maynard thought this was a good idea, giving these enterprises a hard ti would be more appropriate and simpler than posing problems for the authorities since it was the other party that deceived him first.
That way, when Ma Tianlai received the invitation from Mr. Mosley at the embassy, he was quite stunned.
Everyone knew that this ti Mr. Mosley, this British aristocrat, was here for charity events, and the people he t besides officials and diplomatic personnel were mostly local leaders from remote areas.
Now that Heavenly Blessing had successfully secured a sponsor slot, Ma Tianlai didn’t think that the other party would want to et him because of that, perhaps it’s because of Doctor Bei?
Ma Tianlai thought there was a big possibility, as Beisitian had ntioned before, he could try to bring it up.
Ma Tianlai went as invited, to a café by the North Sea, such coffee shops were still relatively few dostically because they had a small custor base. With a bit of money, people would rather buy at, who would go for coffee?
Ma Tianlai arrived at the café and didn’t see Maynard, who had appeared on TV. Although it was brief, he rembered his looks.
"Mr. Maynard couldn’t make it, are you the boss of Heavenly Blessing?" A big-nosed foreigner sat there, looking coldly at Ma Tianlai.
Seeing this, Ma Tianlai’s smile vanished completely. Such an attitude, clearly not a welcoming one, not even bothering to stand up when he arrived, was very impolite and expressed a very unfriendly intent.
Why is this?
"Yes, I’m the owner of Heavenly Blessing..."
"OK, we’ve already learned about your information," the other unceremoniously interrupted Ma Tianlai, "Mr. Mosley states that he has an allergic reaction to your company’s products, and if they consu your Heavenly Blessing’s items at the reception, it might negatively impact the friendly developnt of both parties."
There’s no need to say more about the subsequent words; the other party’s aning was already very clear, hoping that Heavenly Blessing’s dicinal cuisine would not appear at the reception, otherwise Mr. Maynard would be unhappy, an unhappiness which could directly impact diplomatic relations between the two countries.
Of course, this implication was sowhat exaggerated, especially over such a trivial matter. If they contacted him privately, it surely wasn’t to be put on the table for public display.
But why?
Ma Tianlai couldn’t figure it out; especially running all the way here to get a slap in the face, it was the first ti since his youth that he had been so humiliated, and by a foreigner!
Yet he couldn’t do much about it, otherwise it would not only trouble Heavenly Blessing, but the other party, in a fit of anger, might really have an adverse impact on friendly developnt.
This was sothing he didn’t dare to gamble on.
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