I saw a man in work clothes walking out with an iron spoon.
Chen Keru, one of the chefs of Yanda Canteen.
"You know English?"
"Of course." Chen Keru nodded.
"Say a few words and listen."
"Nod yes, shook his head no, come is come; go is go..."
Yes to special, go to special...
Is it time to sing nursery rhymes?
The corner of Fu Zhendong's mouth twitched, and his face suddenly became dark.
He turned his head to look at Qin Luo: "Don't pretend, please translate quickly."
"All right..." After hesitating for a while, Qin Luo spoke slowly.
"Fu Yuan invites you to dinner..." Qin Luo said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cameron's tears wet his eyes.
Counting the time wasted just now, he has not eaten for 6 or 7 hours.
He suddenly heard the invitation to eat, tears burst into his eyes!
"Thank you..." Cameron grabbed Fu Zhendong's shoulder, "Three grams of oil!"
Three grams of oil?
What's the situation?
Fu Zhendong was stunned in an instant.
This Nima went around a long time and came back.
Or did Qin Luote make a wrong translation again?
Fu Zhendong thought about it seriously, he felt that the latter is more likely.
"Qin Luo!" Fu Zhendong snapped.
Qin Luo:? ? ?
Not only Fu Zhendong was stunned, even Qin Luo was stunned.
To be honest, he was doing his best to translate, did he know that Cameron's reaction would be so big?
And these three grams of oil, three grams of oil is a ghost, isn’t it just a meal?
Feeling grateful just like that?
To be honest, what Cameron did completely refreshed Qin Luo's cognition.
"Ahem, I really don't know..." Qin Luo smiled and said embarrassedly.
"I don't know?" Fu Zhendong gave Qin Luo a blank look and said, "Ha ha..."
Ha ha?
You haha! What I say is the truth!
Yes, what Qin Luo said is true, but what makes Qin Luo helpless is that this guy is not believed at all.
But after another thought, Qin Luo was relieved.
After all, Fu Zhendong reads few books, does not know English, and he is also older. He is a little old and confused.
"Ahem." After tidying up his emotions for a while, Qin Luo raised a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Fu Yuan, if you have time, you can go to the Foreign Languages Institute for further studies."
"Reading more is good for people."
Fu Zhendong:? ? ?
read more books? This is for him?
Fu Zhendong almost didn't get up with an old breath, so he closed his breath.
If this sentence was said from an old scholar in his seventies or eighties, Fu Zhendong would have thought about it a little bit.
After all, the other party was old and knowledgeable, even though he was unwilling to admit it.
But when this sentence came out of Qin Luo's mouth, Fu Zhendong was particularly upset.
How old is Qin Luo?
Just turned eighteen years old, and he was a hairy boy, but it was this hairy boy who said to himself that he should read more in the voice of a senior? Isn't this nonsense!
Fu Zhendong can say unceremoniously that he has read more books piled up than Qin Luo has ever seen.
"Qin Luo, are you serious?" Fu Zhendong squinted his eyes, staring at Qin Luo firmly.
"I have never been so serious as today." Qin Luo nodded in agreement.
To be precise, he should not be called serious, but very serious!
Qin Luo didn't know where Fu Zhendong saw that he was not serious...