Private room "Winter" in Dining Room No. 7.
Looking at the array of exquisite cold dishes in front of him, including garlic pork, smoked phoenix claws stuffed with fresh squid, red oil salad crispy tripe, and okra with fresh shrimp, Vice Principal He, who had tasted them a few times before, couldn't help but secretly swallow a gulp.
When he saw Professor Hans and the other visiting delegation teachers sitting nearby with their eyes wide open in amazement, he couldn't help but smile with pride, a nameless sense of accomplishment as a Huaxia person surged in his heart.
The things we Huaxia people eat, foreigners have never even seen!
Isn't that something to brag about?
However, this thought just flashed through Vice Principal He's mind. It was a reception banquet, after all, and he naturally had to fulfill his responsibilities as a host.
He picked up the high-stemmed wine glass on the table, gestured to Professor Hans and the others, and said with a smile:
