Chapter 1875

I saw a man with a spoon in his overalls coming out.

Chen Keru is one of the chefs in the dining hall of Yanda.

"Can you speak English?"

"Of course." Chen Keru nodded.

"Say a few words and listen."

"Yes, yes, no, come, go..."

Yes, go, go

Is it time to sing children's songs!

The corner of Fu Zhendong's mouth was drawn, and his face was suddenly dark.

He turned to look at Qin Luo: "don't pretend, hurry to translate."

"OK..." After hesitating for a long time, Qin Luo opened his mouth slowly.

"Fu Yuan invites you to dinner..." Qin Luo said.

As soon as the words fell, Cameron's eyes were wet with tears.

Taking into account the time just wasted, he has not eaten for six or seven hours.

Suddenly, hearing the invitation to dinner, his tears burst into his eyes!

"Thank you..." Cameron held Fu Zhendong's shoulder: "three grams of oil!"

Three grams of oil?

What's the situation?

Fu Zhendong was in a daze.

This NIMA, after a long circle, came back.

Or is it true that chinlott translated it wrong again?

Fu Zhendong thought seriously, he thought the latter was more likely.

"Qin Luo!" Fu Zhendong snapped.

Qin Luo:???

It's not just Fu Zhendong who is muddled, but even Qin Luo.

To be honest, he is a conscientious translator. Does he know that Cameron's reaction will be so great?

There are three grams of oil. Three grams of oil is a ghost. Isn't it just a meal?

That's how I'm grateful?

To tell you the truth, Cameron's behavior completely refreshes Qin Luo's cognition.

"Cough, I don't know..." Qin Luo laughed and said with embarrassment.

"I don't know?" Fu Zhendong gave Qin Luo a look and said, "ha ha..."

Hehe?

You are a ghost! What I said is the truth!

Yes, Qin Luo's words are true, but what makes Qin Luo helpless is that no one believes this guy at all.

However, on second thought, Qin Luo was relieved.

After all, Fu Zhendong read little and can't speak English. In addition, he is old, and some of them are old. It seems that he can't understand.

"Cough." After sorting out his emotions a little, Qin Luo's lips raised a faint smile: "Fu Yuan, if you have time, you can go to the Institute of foreign languages for further study."

"Reading more is good for people."

Fu Zhendong:???

Read more? Is that for him?

Fu Zhendong almost a mouthful of old-fashioned did not come up, directly shut his breath.

If this sentence is from the mouth of an old scholar in his seventies and eighties, Fu Zhendong has thought a little bit too much.

After all, the other party is old and well-informed. Although he is unwilling to admit it.

But when this sentence comes out of Qin Luo's mouth, Fu Zhendong is particularly unhappy.

How old is Qin Luo?

Just over 18 years old, the whole is a hairy boy, but this young boy, with a senior tone, said to himself to read more? Isn't that bullshit!

Fu Zhendong can not be polite to say that he has read more books than Qin Luo has seen.

"Qin Luo, are you serious?" Fu Zhendong squints and stares at Qin Luo.

"I've never been more serious than I am today." Qin Luo deeply thought ran nodded.

To be exact, he should not be called serious, but should be called very serious!

Qin Luo didn't know where Fu Zhendong saw that he was not serious