"Hey, you can't eat like this!" Wang Ai stretched out his hand and pulled Leonie's arm. How can you eat Shandong pancakes wrapped with Northeastern cakes? You are not afraid of dying of thirst!
Leonie covered her mouth with her hands and hid, eating happily.
The two were making a fuss when the door opened and Ozil came in. Without waiting, he knew there was something delicious again as soon as he smelled the smell in the room. He walked up, grabbed a handful in the box and ran away.
After returning to her room, Leonie hammered on the door for a long time. Ozil loudly said that I was asleep and refused to open the door.
At this time, Leonie didn't intend to eat, so she locked the box tightly, held it with both hands, and walked upstairs. She originally lived downstairs, and Huang Xin also lived downstairs with her when she first came here. Later, she found out
Since it was inconvenient to move, she negotiated amicably with Ozil by punching and kicking her. In the end, she and Huang Xin lived upstairs. But when Wang Ai came home, she found that she was not allowed to go up to the second floor of her home.
"I'm from Dietfurt," said Leonie, who felt very happy after receiving the gift.
"Where is that?" Wang Ai asked blankly. Although he has been in Germany for more than a year, he still has an impression of big cities.
"Oh my god! It's 10 kilometers west of Heimau. Does Heimau know about it? Oh! Then does Regensburg know... Nuremberg! You should know about Nuremberg, right? 40 kilometers southeast of Nuremberg! 150 kilometers due north of Munich!"
Wang Ai looked at Leonie's angry look and said cautiously: "How many people are there in your family, oh, Ford?"
Leonie proudly waved the Chinese character "eight" with a gesture that Chinese people are accustomed to!
"Eight hundred thousand people?" Wang Ai said in surprise: "I don't even know this. I really shouldn't."
"Uh..." Leonie was a little embarrassed: "There are not that many people, I mean eight thousand people."
"Eight thousand people?" Wang Ai said in surprise: "So, do you know Xibali? Do you know Jingertun? Do you know Wangshuitai? Do you know Yuanjiabaozi?"
Leonie shook her head repeatedly in confusion. She looked at Wang Ai breathing heavily and quickly raised her hands: "I know Beijing, Shanghai, uh, Shenyang, Liaoyang! And Anshan, Dalian, uh, and Fu..."
"Every place I told you has eight thousand people!" Wang Ai was furious: "Why should I know about a village in Germany with eight thousand people?"
Leonie was so fooled just now! Who knows the name of a rural village in Germany? Looking at your proud look, I thought it was Geneva!
Leonie's fussing look was in revenge for Wang Ai's interrogation of her just now.
Wang Ai opened his hands and tried hard for a long time, not knowing how to punish Leonie. Since the lioness knew that the Lion King did not dare to do anything to her, she became more arrogant and puffed out her chest.
He looked like "Come and punish me quickly", and his timid eyes could not conceal his triumph.
"Oops!" When Leonie screamed, Wang Ai turned Leonie over and slapped her on the butt: "You have 80 million people in Germany, and there are only 8,000 people in your hometown.
One! Why should I know? I can’t even recite all the prefecture-level cities in China!”
Wang Ai had a good argument with Leonie, and Leonie gave in with tears in her eyes. But if you look at her swaying look, Wang Ai couldn't hold on anymore, so he quickly got up and poured two cups of tea.
, friction generates electricity, we must prevent fire!
Of course, we have to thank Ozil! The big blinking eyes in the crack of the door were shining brightly, and he was the biggest contributor to interrupting Wang Ai's artillery fire!
"I won't say it anywhere else, but you should know about Dietford." Leonie drank a cup of tea and calmed down: "Oh, I didn't mean that this is my hometown. You need to know. You don't want to ask me when I will learn
Chinese? When I was very young.”
"We in Dietford have been celebrating the Chinese New Year every year since then. Friends and neighbors all dress up as Chinese, including the emperor, ministers, harem ladies and so on. Anyway, it is very lively. German New Year
None of them can compare. In Dietfurt, at least half of the people can speak Chinese, and everyone can use chopsticks."
"You still have such a place in Germany? Don't you always talk about the Yellow Peril?" Wang Ai said in surprise.
Leonie curled her lips: "That's all done by bored historians, we people don't believe it. At least in Dietford, everyone wants to live like a Chinese. But we don't have anyone to teach us.
Our Chinese language is passed down from generation to generation by the elders in the village. Originally, I thought I was speaking Chinese. But after you came to apply for admission in August last year and talked with the teacher in Chinese, I discovered that maybe I was speaking Chinese.
You didn’t understand what you said, and I struggled to understand what you said. Later, I asked the Chinese Embassy and found out that the Chinese I spoke might be Cantonese? Fujian? Shaanxi? I went home during the Chinese New Year last year and asked
After looking at the elders in the village, I speculated that a Chinese who came to Germany to do business a hundred or two hundred years ago worked in Dietford, or that he hired an assistant from Dietford or something, who should be a Chinese silk seller.
In this way, we learned Chinese and Chinese-style life bit by bit, but our Chinese is not standard."
"So, you never speak Chinese, are you afraid that I will laugh at you?" Wang Ai asked in surprise.
"Yes." Leonie nodded dejectedly: "We Dietfurt people think that we are Chinese in Germany. Except for our skin color, we are pure Chinese! We have believed this for more than two hundred years! Use chopsticks and stilts,
We eat dumplings, dance with dragon lanterns, speak Chinese, use Chinese characters, read Chinese poetry and Chinese philosophy, but when I meet you, I realize that we are all fakes."
Wang Ai had a stiff expression: It turns out that the little lion was born in a place like this. This is a Chinese die-hard fan thousands of miles away! I can really imagine that Leonie, who has always regarded herself as a "Chinese", met a pure
Chinese people, especially after describing her favorite "Nanjing Restaurant" as unauthentic, Leonie's heart was so broken! How could she dare to say that she was a "Chinese" with white skin, green eyes and yellow hair?
Only by returning to the German identity aggrieved can we regain our confidence.
"I said, why did you come to my house the next day after seeing me? Are you here to secretly learn how to be Chinese?"
Leonie shrank her neck: "It's true that I can't get along with those two American girls. Don't you know about Jonas... Well, it's also true that I want to learn from you how to be Chinese..."
"Aren't you afraid of me...forget it!" Wang Ai raised his hand in vain. Leonie was really not afraid of him, but Wang Ai was a little afraid of her now.
"Tonight, you cook, and I want to eat a German-Chinese standard meal!"
An hour later, Wang Ai stared blankly at a pot of soup dumplings. After spending a long time, he picked up a relatively complete Shaomai-like "dumpling" and took a bite. He almost choked and threw up the rest.
Pull apart half of it, okay, a small piece of sausage and a whole clove of garlic!
Where’s my leek filling? Where’s my mushroom filling? Where’s my sauerkraut filling? Where’s my radish filling?
What kind of stuffing is this? Sausage and garlic!
So, the next day, Li Lin in China received a strange request from Wang Ai: "Send a simple Chinese recipe book quickly."
This chapter has been completed!