Love Apartment: Returning to Zhuge Dali at the beginning

Chapter 1820 The Past
When Zhang Wei took off his shoes, an indescribable smell spread over...

"How many days have you not washed your feet!"

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, turned dark. The sour smell was simply too sweet.

"Not really..."

"I just washed my feet three days ago..."

"Maybe these two days are too busy?"

Zhang Wei has always had a thick skin, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Master Zheng, don't worry about this for now."

"You haven't told me about Paris yet!"

"By the way, can you teach me some common French?"

"Like, how do you say 'you're beautiful'?"

Zhao Haitang continued to ask.

"Tuessibelle..."

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, said without thinking.

"Picture meaning color broadcast?"

"Isn't it just to say that someone is beautiful?"

"This French is really interesting."

Zhao Haitang's eyes lit up and he felt interested.

"So...how do you say 'hello'?"

Zhao Haitang continued to ask.

"Bonjour!"

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, nodded and followed suit.

"Not weak?"

"This pronunciation is a bit strange..."

"Greeting to others, isn't it weak?"

"Yeah, I remember it."

Zhao Haitang took all the notes.

"What about 'I want to meet you'?"

Zhao Haitang's thirst for knowledge is particularly strong now.

"This one……"

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, dodged his eyes a little, then blinked and said.

"Tuessibelle, bonjour!"

A wave of bells and whistles.

"Isn't the picture meaning color broadcast weak?"

"Why is this so similar to combining two sentences before?"

"Does this French also pay attention to mastery?"

"Master Zheng, are you talking nonsense?"

"My learning machine says, 'I want to meet you' is J'aimeraistevoir!"

Zhao Haitang's eyes widened, and he continued.

"You have a learning machine by chance, why do you still come to ask me?"

"Is the fairy dancing?"

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, complained directly.

"No... what does this have to do with Immortal Dance, I really came here to ask for advice..."

"I just feel that what is done on paper is superficial in the end, and I know that this matter has to be practiced...so I'm here to ask you..."

"Master Zheng, do you know French?"

Zhao Haitang narrowed his eyes, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, of course!"

"The previous two sentences just happened to be my meeting..."

"In addition to those two sentences, there are more than a dozen commonly used words."

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, is very honest.

"A dozen common words?"

"How many do you know?"

"Where are you fooling me?"

Zhao Haitang was stunned for a moment, and he was playing with a hammer.

"I never said I was good at French. You insisted on asking me."

"I'm so old, it's not bad if I can remember more than a dozen."

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, said clearly.

"No... Brother Zi Qiao said that you have lived in Paris for decades!"

"You know a few words of French, how did you survive?"

Zhao Haitang had an unbelievable expression on his face.

"It's simple, I'm staying in Chinatown in Paris!"

"Usually the people I communicate with are Chinese. As for the French, I really don't use it very much. A few words are enough."

Master Zheng, the shoemaker, nodded and said with a smile.

"I go……"

"I was cheated!"

"Master, so you really only know how to make shoes?"

Zhao Haitang said with a mournful expression.

"Young man, it's wrong to speak like that."

"I used to be a biologist..."

The shoemaker Master Zheng's eyes suddenly became deep and firm.

(End of this chapter)