Voroshilov eats snake soup

On April 15, 1957, Voroshilov led a Soviet delegation to Visit China as Head of State. The last stop on the visit to China is The City of Guangzhou, and then the delegation will take a special flight to Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia. Zhou Enlai held a farewell banquet on the eve of the delegation's departure, of course, eating the famous Cantonese cuisine. To find out what interesting things happened during the banquet and after the trip to Jakarta, look at Mr. Federline's recollection:

The feast begins with a tasting of Chinese Moutai wine, a spirit of about 70 degrees. Usually only one sip can be taken in a small porcelain cup, and it enters the body like melted magma, which is both intoxicating and can cause a strong appetite. "Dear guests, let me introduce these dishes, because Cantonese cuisine has its characteristics," said Zhou Enlai, asking me to translate this to Marshal Voroshilov. As soon as he came up, the chef brought a pot of lotus and lilies and showed it to us in person, which is said to be a "symbol of unity and harmony". The master said: "Lotus and lilies are inseparable from water." "Understood," Voroshilov replied too late, and took a sip of dry wine, and Zhou Enlai drank it all, without blinking an eye. This was followed by a variety of seafood: lobster, prawns, fried prawns. "This is a famous dish made with sea cucumber, and the Cantonese people use it as a tonic medicine and therapeutic food, which can strengthen the body and replenish the qi..." Zhou En. Very good, very good..." The marshal made a quick reaction, and without waiting for others to come to please, he took care of himself and came again with "a bite." Followed by all kinds of mountain treasures and seafood, what bird's nest, shark fin, field snail meat, and so on, as well as ancient meat with sweet juice, Beijing roast duck, pheasant... "Now please try the snake meat of Guangdong," Zhou Enlai solemnly announced. "However, if any of the Soviet friends do not like or are not used to it, do not force it, although snake meat is very nourishing, but Chinese not everyone likes to eat." Also, be sure to pay attention to the right amount. "Say so much to do?!" We are not cowards," Voroshilov said confidently. "Then, everyone prepare the bowl, and I will give each person a certain amount of snake soup," Zhou Enlai said, and quickly and skillfully put the snake soup in everyone's bowl, and the marshal poured another glass of wine, which was immediately poured into his stomach. Everyone began to eat snake soup, which was a milky white soup made of chopped snake meat and chicken soup. "Comrade Zhou Enlai, can you have another bowl?" "Of course, a little more," said the marshal to the master. "I'm very happy, but this dish is enough for one serving per person, because it's a cold food, and I'm afraid I'll eat too much..." Zhou Enlai warned again. Don't scare us, I'd like to try it and make another one," Voroshilov said. Zhou Enlai said a few words to me in Chinese, but asked me not to translate. He feared that the Soviet dignitaries would succeed in their momentary bravery, and once again expressed concern about the consequences of the marshal eating too much snake meat. He asked me to find a way not to let Voroshilov come back to the third bowl, otherwise it would have serious consequences if it could not be digested. So I tried to dissuade me, but Voroshilov was very stubborn. "I don't eat myself, and I have to block others," he said, angry at me. Seeing this, Zhou Enlai cautiously instructed the waiters to remove the snake soup and send neutral food and green tea. The chef presents a pot of loose rice, indicating that the feast is coming to an end. Soon after, we said goodbye to our hosts and returned to our accommodation to prepare for our early morning flight to Jakarta. As soon as we boarded the plane, Voroshilov collapsed on the couch, straight and straight, and lay down until his destination, Jakarta. I saw that Voroshilov was pale, so I went over to inquire. "It is better to rest at the residence as soon as you reach your destination, and please explain it to President Sukarno as much as possible," the marshal reluctantly instructed. Sukarno, dressed in a parade uniform and holding a presidential staff, greeted us by the plane's overhang. "Your Excellency, Marshal, it is a great honour to see you here. Please join the review," Sukarno said in a salute. "Thank you... But, I'm sorry, I can't do it today," Voroshilov said weakly. "What? So how to do it... You see, the honor guard of the three services and hundreds of thousands of welcome people are waiting at the airport for miles..." Said Sukarno anxiously. Voroshilov, with a pitiful look, muttered to me, "Tell him the truth, I really can't stand today, I can't stand,...... Still diarrhea, can't pull in the crotch of the pants..." So, I told the truth. Sukarno looked at Voroshilov from head to toe for a long time before he walked helplessly to the microphone, on the one hand, expressing his heartfelt thanks for the meeting, and at the same time explaining that due to the fatigue of Marshal Voroshilov's journey, he could not meet with everyone at this moment, please forgive me. In order not to delay the time, Sukarno helped Voroshilov to get into the car and immediately sent him to the VIP house. Voroshilov tossed and turned in the house for two days and two nights, neither sleeping nor sitting, running between the bedroom and the toilet. All courtesy visits and official talks were cancelled, and Sukarno was rushed around.