Sun Yujie was completely flustered and had no idea how to respond. In the end, she simply picked up her phone and waved it at him, her face red. Her meaning was obvious: You want to look? Look for yourself!
So it was already past noon. Qin Fen nodded. The business at the Heavenly Court involved restructuring departments and assembling teams for the lottery and payment platforms. There was no hurry for now. He could check the results of the tea party after lunch.
As for the Robot Competition? He was in even less of a hurry. Promoting ancient traditions was a long and demanding undertaking. From food to weaving, from weaving to mechanical contraptions, there was still so much to do. He would do whatever he could, one step at a time. Haste made waste.
While they were talking, several strange exclamations came from nearby. Qin Fen turned and saw a group of foreigners, roughly a dozen including the children. There were men and women of every age, young and old.
Several elderly diners stared gloomily at the dishes that had been served. One old woman looked at a plate of chicken feet in horror.
"Oh God, they look so strange!" The old woman leaned back a little.
"Heavens, what is this? Is this offal?" Another elderly diner looked equally dismayed, staring indecisively at several baked flatbreads.
The other women looked even more horrified. Much of the food seemed to hold no appeal for them at all. Instead, they kept their eyes on a few perfectly ordinary glutinous rice balls.
"What is this?" A middle-aged man called over a server and pointed at several dishes, his face flushed. He seemed to be asking whether the dish names had mentioned any of these ingredients.
"These are the dishes you ordered!"