I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 82 Frog
Andre became interested.

"What analogy?"

"You must have been to America, haven't you?"

"Of course!"

"I've been there, too."

"Oh?"

"I once spoke to an American who was a police officer."

"police?"

"Yes, you should know the skills of American police."

"What skill?"

“American Iai.”

In 2001, the American Iai joke had not yet become popular.

Andre looked confused and didn't quite understand.

Liu Jin thought about it, suddenly stood up and raised his hand towards Andre.

"NYPD, don't move..."

His hand was shaped like a pistol.

Then he imitated the sound of gunfire, "Bang bang bang bang..."

Andre understood immediately!
This is American Iai.

He couldn't help laughing, and at the end, he even laughed to tears.

"Amos, you should become an American police officer. Your imitation is so accurate."

Liu Jin also smiled and sat down, saying, "My friend told me that in America, it's easy to tell the difference between Chinese and other Asians. Japanese people are very respectful when they see them; Koreans will avoid them. Only Chinese people will run up to them, take photos with them, and even ask them for directions. They're not afraid of them at all... they're confident."

"But why?"

The smile on Liu Jin's face became even brighter.

"Because we were once on the Peninsula, one to seventeen."

Andre was stunned and immediately remembered the war that took place on the peninsula fifty years ago.

He was silent!

And among those 17, France is also included.

It reminded him of someone.

"So, you admire Mao, right?"

"Of course!"

"But as far as I know, many Chinese who came to Europe and America from China, especially the petty bourgeoisie you mentioned, don't think highly of him."

“That’s because they are all ungrateful people.

He announced to the world from the Tiananmen Gate: The Chinese people have stood up. Then those people ran to Europe and the United States and knelt again. So, this is the difference between the Chinese and Asians, and many other Chinese people. I stand, they kneel.

Andre fell into thought.

"But I heard that you eat dog meat. Why?"

When Andre was silent, Nurz suddenly spoke.

Andre turned around with a somewhat grim expression.

"Frog!"

"what?"

“You French people also eat frogs. As far as I know, frogs are beneficial insects that eat pests and protect crops.

Frogs are so cute, why do you want to eat them? "

Frog is a word with a milky meaning.

From the mouth of a Great Briton.

This is because the French love to eat frogs.

Nurz opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.

Andre couldn't help laughing.

The young Chinese man in front of him seemed to give him a new understanding of China.

He is different from Gao Xingjian and other writers living in France.

Gao Xingjian and his team's works are mainly based on China.

Lingshan's writing is very elegant, with some authentic French literary influences.

After all, Gao Xingjian graduated from Beijing Foreign Studies University, majoring in French, and has a deep understanding of French...

But Liu Jin seems to be different.

He writes the story of France as a Chinese.

Perhaps in the future, the French will have a new concept of China because of his works.

……

The interview lasted for five hours.

When the interview ended, it was dark.

"Let me treat you to an authentic Chinese meal."

"it's here?"

“This is the library…haha, but it’s not far from here.

I believe that you will like China because of this meal. Well, just like I like France because of French food. "

"Thank you for your trouble."

Liu Jin and the other two left the library.

After walking along the street for half an hour, we arrived at Chinatown.

He turned into the side street and knocked on the door.

The door is open.

Lao Zhong appeared behind the door. When he saw Liu Jin and the other two, he was stunned for a moment, but immediately recognized Liu Jin.

"Uncle Zhong, what are we having for dinner today?"

He doesn't speak Cantonese, but he knows that Lao Zhong can speak Mandarin.

"Today we have mutton pot, half a roast goose, and wonton noodles."

"Do you have any wine?" "The hair vegetable farmer from Pogai gave me two bottles of Maotai. I'm not used to it, so I'll give it to you if you like."

"Then it's settled."

Lao Zhong made way and limped away.

Liu Jin took Andre and Nurz into the cafeteria.

"What is this place?"

“A place with a story.”

"what story?"

“I’m still exploring.”

Andre didn't ask any more questions.

Because Lao Zhong brought the dishes up quickly.

"We don't have Dongshan goat or Leizhou goat in France. I use Spanish black goat. I don't know if you are used to it."

"Old Zhong, those two foreigners don't know what fine bran is. Just make do with them and they'll open their eyes."

Old Zhong was stunned for a moment and looked at Liu Jin.

There was a glint of admiration in his eyes.

"Handsome boy, you know how to eat... I'll give you a bowl of pig's trotter, peanut and red date soup later."

"Then I'll wait."

"Amos, this isn't dog meat."

Nurz probably has a dog, so it's a bit...

Yes, the Western media has brainwashed us, as if all Chinese people love to eat dog meat.

In fact, that is only a part of the people.

It's a custom, nothing to blame.

If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. If you like it, eat it. It’s a very simple thing.

The result turned into a moral dispute, which is incomprehensible!
"Black Goat, Nurzi, if you say something like that again, don't blame me too much."

"Um, sorry, I just... I have dogs. I have three dogs at home, so I..."

Liu Jin was too lazy to argue with him, so he opened a bottle of Moutai and poured a glass for Andre.

The aroma of the wine is very rich, it is the real Moutai.

Andre took a sip, then immediately grimaced and took a deep breath.

"Eat the food, eat the food...Chinese food should be paired with Chinese wine, just like when you eat French food, you like to pair it with red wine. It's the same principle."

Andre knew how to use chopsticks, so he picked up a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth.

Maybe it was too hot, he kept sucking it but didn't spit it out.

"good to eat!"

"Can you speak Chinese?"

"A few words!" Andre swallowed the mutton and began to count on his fingers.

"Hello, thank you, it's delicious, I love China!"

"Hahahaha, Andre, you understand traffic."

"flow?"

It was only 2001, and Internet giants were still struggling hard, and the term "traffic" had not yet appeared.

"Eat, eat, this is roast goose, a Cantonese specialty."

As Liu Jin spoke, he picked up a piece of roast goose meat and put it into his mouth with the sweet and sour sauce.

The skin is crispy, the meat is tender and fragrant!

"Lao Zhong, this roast goose is well made. It tastes better than the roast goose in Guangzhou Restaurant."

"Eat what you can eat. Even roast goose can't stop you from eating it, Po Gai!"

Lao Zhong is really unique.

I was praising him, but he actually called me a bad guy?

"What else can you say?"

"I say, his roast goose is even better than the best roast goose in Guangzhou."

"is it?"

Andre also picked up a piece of goose meat.

"Come, drink."

"Well, I would say, ugh!"

"It's ganbei, not ganpu. Who did you learn Chinese from?"

"I'm an international student at Paris 1... He taught me a greeting, but I don't think it's quite right."

"What?"

"Let's poop together, baby."

Liu Jin suddenly started coughing violently.

Lao Zhong came in with a bowl of pig's trotter soup. When he heard this, he put the bowl down and turned away.

Then I heard hysterical laughter coming from outside the door.

Damn...

Are international students in Paris so cruel?

The most I can do is teach you "Dad hit me", you just...

"Is it bad? He said it's okay to say that while eating."

"Next time you see him, just beat him up, don't bother with him."

"I knew it!"

……

　I've been feeling very tired for a week.

　　Dry eyes,

　　Lethargy.

　　So there will be two updates today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)