Chapter 30
"I can see you have the basic etiquette already down," the tutor nodded and smiled politely before guiding me to a dining table. I swallowed, looking at all the different sizes of forks, spoons, and knives.
"Now listen carefully because I am only going to repeat this once," she pointed to the napkin that was folded neatly before me, placing it on the plate.
"Wait for the host to begin the feast. Once he unfolds his napkin, do the same and place it on your lap." The tutor unfolded the napkin as she instructed, and placed it onto my lap. "Keep it there until you finish eating. If you need to leave the table, place the napkin on the side of your plate."
"When you finish eating, it goes on the left side of your plate." I watched in horror as she explained all the necessities of table manners. It was extremely hard to resist the urge to roll my eyes at the infinite rules set up by some kind of superior nobleman in history. Like, what were they thinking? Why couldn't they have used chopsticks and a spoon for everything? You could literally do anything with chopsticks.
Even stabbing people in the eyes.
"The knife on your upper left is the butter knife. The two utensils located above your plate are the dessert utensils. The salad fork is the small one, and next to that is your dinner fork." She continued.
"The smaller utensils are always for the salads and the larger ones are for normal use." She then picked up a spoon that was smaller than the one beside it. "The only exception is the spoon. For spoons, the bigger one is for the soup while the smaller is for normal use."
I mouthed a small 'oh' before nodding and noting the information down into my mind.
Pointing to the last fork located on the edge of the table, she announced it as the oyster fork. There were three plates ordered from the largest to the smallest, stacked up onto each other. The dinner plate, being the largest and on the bottom, second in line was the salad plate, and the smallest was the soup plate that was ordered at the very top.
All the explanations were cool, and the tutor had made things much easier for me to remember but...
"Isn't this the western etiquette? Is there a difference between western and Asian?" I asked after she finished naming the spoons.
"That is why I am only teaching you the names of utensils and what they are used for," the tutor smiled wickedly before slightly giggling. "I am not teaching you how to eat."
"There's..." My eyes widened. "There's a way to eat?"
She ignored my question.
"Western etiquette is the most complex one. For Asian, just follow what the host does. Normally in their society, they prefer casual. You will be ushered to eat at a more rapid pace compared to western etiquette and have people shove food onto your plate. That is a way to show respect and care." She continued as I listened in stunned awe.
I was already pretty familiar with Asian etiquette from my current and past life, but to actually be hearing someone describe about it...
It was extremely interesting.
I mean, I am literally being treated and trained like a queen. Who wouldn't take this chance to learn?
"Try to flaunt your skirt more," I heard the dance instructor call out over the music as I threw the edge of my long dress, forcing the frills to jump out and wave their arms.
My partner dipped me and supported me up before I did an intense twirl, slamming into my partner's chest and whimpering an apology.
"Again, Alyona!" The instructor called out as the music started to play from the beginning. You know the awesome dips and twirls that people watched in movies?
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