Jiang Siming arrived at the banquet hall where all the delegations were dining. By this time, everyone had already started eating lunch.
The room in the very center was where Number One and the leaders of the other countries were dining. There were guards stationed outside the door.
As soon as Jiang Siming arrived, a guard said to him, "Mr. Jiang, Number One is waiting for you inside. He even saved you a seat."
Jiang Siming asked in confusion, "Aren't I just an interpreter? Why would I need a seat?"
The guard smiled. "Number One said you're not just an interpreter. But Madam said that if you don't really like taking part in events like this, you don't have to go in."
Jiang Siming thought it over briefly before saying, "Then I'll eat outside. I won't go in."
He didn't want to eat with Old Te. Old Te was too handsome, and Jiang Siming was afraid he wouldn't be able to eat.
"Just get me any table and bring two dishes."
Jiang Siming casually found a spot along the edge of the restaurant, near a corner, and sat down.
The guards quickly had the chefs send Jiang Siming five or six dishes prepared to banquet standards. Just looking at their color, aroma, and flavor made Jiang Siming's appetite flare.
He couldn't resist picking up his chopsticks and started eating by himself, completely ignoring everyone around him.
The guards watched him with amused smiles. Mr. Jiang really didn't stand on ceremony. He ate with such gusto, without putting on any airs.
"Have you eaten yet? Why don't you join me?" Jiang Siming invited them as well.
The guards hurriedly shook their heads. They wouldn't dare.
Jiang Siming didn't press them. Eating alone was fine too.
Not long after he started eating,