Back to 60s as an educated youth

At the dinner table, Jiang He waited for Chaikov to sit down, turned around and saw Zhou Fengxian sitting on the stool next to him, looking at the light in each other's eyes, the two smiled tacitly.

"Xiao Jiang, sit here with me. I'll talk to you later." Director Yu, who was separated from Zhou Fengxian by a stool, patted his left hand and smiled.

"Okay." Jiang He sat beside the factory manager, looked at him and said with a smile, "Director Yu, you don't mind me being long-winded."

"No way." Factory Manager Yu said with a smile: "Then just eat and listen to me."

While talking here, all the dishes from the back kitchen were brought up. Director Yu stood up and said to Tchaikov and Andrei, "The two guests came from afar. We don't have anything else in Ping County. This food is not bad. How about this table today, try it and see how it tastes? If it doesn’t suit your taste, please feel free to comment.”

"Okay, Director Yu is really too polite. In that case, we'd rather be obedient than respectful." After Tchaikov finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and put a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth. After chewing a few times, his face showed surprise Color: "This taste is really good."

"This taste is amazing." Andre over there was also amazed. Although he was so hot that he drank water, it didn't stop him from stopping his chopsticks.

Jiang He unreservedly translated the compliments of the two to the director of the factory, and Qu Jing over there was also very happy, thinking that it would be good to delay the two for a while, "Mr. Andre, If it is too spicy, you can drink a cup of fresh milk to relieve the spiciness, this is the milk produced by the cows in our farm, you should get used to this taste."

"Thank you!" Andre quickly took it and drank a large cup directly, which eased the spicy taste in his mouth, but his chopsticks stretched out to the bowl of boiled pork slices again, even though his forehead was sweating like Volt's hot feeling, this feeling is hard for him to let go.

"He thanked you!" Jiang He quickly translated for Qu Jing, only to see the other party smiling and waving his hand, "I understand this sentence."

Qu Jing did not lie. When diplomatic relations were established with Da Mao, there was also a wave of enthusiasm for learning Da Mao. At that time, many people were proud of learning Da Mao, but what happened later made others die down.

At that time, he also followed the wave of enthusiasm and learned some common greeting terms, but he has not been able to master it until now.

"What's this?" At this time, Andre inserted a few potato shreds with a fork, looked up at Director Yu suspiciously, but fixed his eyes on Jiang He, as if waiting for their explanation.

"This is the potato shreds here. The potatoes here are different from yours. You are more used to making them into mashed potatoes, but there are many ways to eat potatoes here. Potato shreds is one of them, but we Home cooking here." Jiang He replied with a smile, looking at Andre's eyes, as if looking at a child who is very curious about knowledge, but he was just guessing what the hell the other party was doing, he didn't believe that the other party came to them at all No homework is done.

"It turned out to be potatoes." After listening to Jiang He's introduction, Andre picked up a fork and put the potato shreds into his mouth.

"It tastes delicious!"

"Mr. Jiang, can you speak Da Mao language so well? It's even better than what I, a local, can speak? I wonder if you can tell me, who is your teacher...who is your teacher?" Tchaikov waited for the dinner table to become quiet again, asked with a smile.

"I don't have a teacher. I learned these by myself through some translations." Facing the other party's inquiry, the expression on Jiang He's face did not change at all, and he still said with a smile.

"Oh." Tchaikov smiled, "I don't know if Mr. Jiang has any music he likes. I personally like Achille-Claude Debussy's "Afternoon of the Faun". I don't know if you have any interest in this music." How do you feel?"

"Maybe I'm going to disappoint Mr. Rocky. I'm not very interested in the music of Romance." Jiang He said with an apologetic smile on his face, but in his heart he had to admire the other party's thick skin. The most successful beginning of Claude Debussy's first musical performance. He was inspired by a story that the Faun dreamed of an elf during his afternoon rest. There are many people who are debating whether this elf is a man or a woman, and most people think it is a man.

Now that Tchaikov dared to say that, it was clear that he was testing him, Jiang He would not give the other party any chance to tease him.

"That's really a pity. I thought we could have more common languages." Tchaikov shrugged, with a very regretful expression.

Jiang He looked at the other party's performance, but felt that things were not so simple. Tchaikov seemed to see his thoughts, so he said, "Mr. Jiang, although I often like to be in the flowers, I don't like to force others or You can rest assured that you are persecuting others.”

Jiang He also showed a smile on his face, "Since Mr. Rocky has said so, then I am relieved."

What the two of them said was extremely cryptic, except for Andre next to him who heard it, and then glanced at Jiang He, didn't say anything, and lowered his head to eat, completely using himself as the background board.

Zhou Fengxian on the side also breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile in his eyes, this Tchaikov is quite graceful.

At this time, Qu Jing, who was sitting on the right side of the factory manager, suddenly remembered something, and asked everyone, "Mr. Rocky, Mr. Andre, we have prepared your room for you two. After dinner I can take you there to have a look, and if there is any inconvenience, you can also tell the people at the front desk."

After listening to Jiang He's translation, Tchaikov nodded indifferently, but he looked at the other party again, "Where does Mr. Jiang live? In case we have something to do at night? Wouldn't it be very inconvenient?"

"Mr. Rocky, don't worry, Xiao Jiang will live in the room opposite to you. If you have any difficulties, you can contact him." Qu Jing said quickly.

"Okay." Tchaikov nodded.

After eating, everyone tidied up, and then went to the guest house arranged by Qujing. When Jiang He saw the plaque outside the guest house, he had to lament that being rich and powerful was not at the same level as the one they stayed in last time.

After walking to the door, a receptionist came out from the inside. The receptionist greeted Qu Jingyu with a smile, and led them to the top floor, so the entire guest house had only four floors, and the decoration on the fourth floor Much better than the other three floors "Several, this is your room."

The other party opened the door of Room 419 as he spoke, "Mr. Rocky, this is your room. The 420 over there belongs to Mr. Andre. Comrade Xiao Jiang, yours is in Room 409 opposite."

When Jiang He saw the house number of Tchaikov's room, he was speechless. Ever since he experienced the torment of online literature in his previous life, he could no longer face up to chrysanthemums and some numbers and letters, which were extremely pure before.