"Traditional habits have bound us, and a slightly genius person appears..."
Yang Jun would translate literally for a while, then read the previous paragraph in English and then translate it.
Yang Liu was shocked by this scene.
If you just listened to the voice without looking at the person, you would think it was an authentic foreigner reading, and the tone and grammar are even more authentic than foreigners.
Yang Jun was flipping through the book and showing off his English fluently.
I read it for five or six minutes before I stopped.
Yang Jun closed the book and threw it to Yang Liu.
"The original author of this book is the British poet John Dryden, and the one you are reading is the English translation of the French writer Diderot. It can be regarded as...a copycat version."
Yang Jun looked at Yang Liu with his mouth wide open and said in a serious voice,
"Liu'er, am I right to say this?"
After hearing this, Yang Liu blushed with shame.
"Brother, how come you know these things? I remember you never learned these things when you were in high school?"
Yang Jun smiled after hearing this.
How old are you? When I was in high school, you were running around with a runny nose.
"None of this matters. I know more than you think. I not only know English, but also French, Russian, Japanese, Korean, Cantonese..."
After Yang Liu heard this, his eyes were full of little stars, and he looked at Yang Jun with envy.
"Brother, you know so much. I have heard all these languages you speak. Which language is that Cantonese from?"
When Yang Jun heard this, his old face turned red.
"Cough...cough..."
He boasted so much that he even spoke Cantonese with his bald mouth.
In order to cover up his embarrassment, Yang Jun said to Yang Liu,
"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, do you admit defeat in this game?"
"Admit defeat, I have completely convinced you."
Although Yang Liu has a stubborn personality, he is still convinced of Yang Jun's talent.
Today, Yang Jun shocked her too much. She always looked at Yang Jun with old eyes. If it hadn't been for today's bet, she wouldn't have seen Yang Jun's amazing scene.
Now, she admires Yang Jun with all her might.
"Okay, since you have given up, then...from now on, your marriage will be decided by me."
Yang Jun waved his hand and said: "Get ready, I will take you on a blind date next week."
After saying that, Yang Jun rubbed Yang Liu's braid twice and left.
"ah?"
Before Yang Liu could react, Yang Jun slipped away.
Yang Jun was afraid that she would regret it, so he decided to go on a blind date before she regretted it.
Yang Liu's age is indeed not that old in later generations, but in this era, she is basically an older leftover girl, and Yang Jun will not be naive enough to let Yang Liu get married according to the legal age in later generations.
As the saying goes, if you do as the Romans do, you must fully integrate into this era.
Don't talk nonsense about how early marriage is bad for physical development. In ancient times, most people got married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and they did not live worse than others. On the contrary, the divorce rate in later generations is worrying.
After coming out of Yang Liu's place, Yang Jun went to the kitchen.
Wang Yuying and the others were cooking. Yang Liu had to go back early today, so she cooked in advance.
Looking at Qin Xiuzhen, his second mother, who was busy in the kitchen, Yang Jun frowned deeply.
I wonder if Wang Yuying has ever talked to her second mother about why she is still the one cooking now.
Yang Jun didn't want to just eat every day. These days, the stew made him feel sick to his stomach.
The second mother likes the current living environment very much and seems to think that she is the chef invited by Yang Jun, not her daughter-in-law Ma Xiangxiu.
"Second mother, have you ever thought about staying in the city and not going back? If you do, I will leave a place for you in the grain store." Yang Jun asked.
When the second mother Qin Xiuzhen heard this, a flash of emotion flashed in her eyes.
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He said with a sense of humor: "Jun'er, this city is quite nice. It's convenient everywhere. Even your second uncle...I'm afraid he won't agree. I..."
"Second mother, don't worry about what my second uncle thinks. I'm just asking you, are you willing to stay in the city?" Yang Jun said.
"Of course I am willing. Do you think I can still do it at my age?" the second mother said coyly.
"Okay, what's the problem? You're not fifty yet this year, right?"
"Not even fifty, my second mother is only forty-seven this year."
After the second mother finished speaking, her face turned red with embarrassment and she used her little finger to tuck the messy hair around her earlobe behind her ear.
Yang Jun looked at it and almost laughed out loud.
Hey, second mother, no matter how you dress up, you are still not as young as the 60-year-old lady in the city.
However, he did not dare to laugh.
"You are still very young. You can still work for about ten years. I will make arrangements for you later. You will go to work in the grain store in two days." Yang Jun said.
When the second mother heard this, she was very excited.
"Jun'er, are you telling the truth? Will the second mother be able to eat commercial food in the future?"
Wang Yuying, who was choosing vegetables on the side, still didn't know what Yang Jun was planning.
He wanted to place his second mother in a grain store so that she wouldn't be able to come over often to help with the cooking.
So she said, "Of course it's true. From now on you will not only be able to eat commercial food, but you will also be a city dweller like me."
When Qin Xiuzhen heard this, she was even more happy from ear to ear.
"Sister-in-law, it's thanks to your blessing that our two families can be together in the future."
"Isn't that right? If two families live together, they can still take care of each other."
While the two of them were chatting, there was a business exchange between them.
Yang Jun looked at their harmonious appearance and did not want to disturb the harmonious atmosphere, so he withdrew from the kitchen.
Now the second mother is settled, but Ma Xiangxiu also has to face giving birth, which will take several months in total. Yang Jun thinks it's time to find a chef.
Speaking of chefs, the first thing Yang Jun thought of was Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao's cooking skills are beyond compare. The food he cooked was the best food Yang Jun had ever eaten in his life.
Some time ago, he heard that Mr. Zhao and Wang Guozheng's three-year agreement was about to expire.
After expiration, Mr. Zhao will completely retire. Yang Jun wants to see where he can try his luck, maybe he can introduce him to an apprentice or something.
After coming out of the yard, Yang Jun drove out.
He did not go to Wang Guozheng to find Mr. Zhao, but went directly to his home.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His home is not far away, only about ten minutes' drive.
Yang Jun came to Mr. Zhao's house to pick up his son Zhao Tiancheng to cook.
Speaking of this Zhao Tiancheng, he has the same name as an eighth-grade lathe in the steel rolling mill.
One of them is the ceiling of the lathe industry, and the other is the ceiling of the chef industry.
Zhao Tiancheng is over fifty this year, and he will be able to retire from the State Guesthouse in a few years. His cooking skills are just as good as those of his father, and he is also a favored existence in the State Guesthouse.
The car stopped at the door and Yang Jun knocked on the door.
After a while, there was movement from the door.
The person who opened the door was a woman in her thirties.
She was wearing a floral cotton coat and an apron made of rags around her waist, and was peeling green onions in her hands.
"Hello, eldest sister, is Master Zhao at home?"
Yang Jun didn't know this person, so he had to ask cautiously.
The woman looked Yang Jun up and down, then leaned against her wooden door and said with a smile,
"Are you looking for Lao Zhao, Da Zhao or Xiao Zhao?"
"ah?"
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, shocked by the woman's remarks.
"Forehead……"
Before Yang Jun could say anything, the woman suddenly smiled when she saw Yang Jun's appearance.
She explained: "My grandfather is Lao Zhao, my father is Da Zhao, and I am Xiao Zhao."
Yang Jun laughed when he heard this.
This girl is quite interesting. Unlike other women, you can see something called freedom in her.
She seems to love joking more and has an optimistic personality. Compared with other women, she has an extra spiritual spirit.
"I can call either Lao Zhao or Da Zhao." Yang Jun said with a smile.
Hearing this, the girl looked at Yang Jun again and said, "You are here to cook for them, right?"
"Well... you are right to say that."
Yang Jun thought for a moment, wasn't he looking for a cook?
"Haha, my name is Zhao Juhua. You can just call me Sister Zhao or Sister Juhua." Zhao Juhua said with a smile.
"ah?"
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhao Juhua's thinking to change so quickly. He almost couldn't keep up with the rhythm and said in shock,
"How are you so sure you are older than me?"
Zhao Juhua sneered and said, "Do you still have to ask? You look so gentle and quiet. You must not have children yet?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he wondered: "What does age have to do with whether you have children?"
Zhao Juhua did not answer this question, but said directly: "I have two sons, the eldest is already fifteen, who do you think is older among us?"
When Yang Jun heard this, his head turned black.
He found that Zhao Juhua not only had a carefree personality, but also had a very strange brain circuit.
Age can still be compared.
If you are a middle-aged and have no children, do you still have to call you sister?
Presumably Zhao Juhua saw Yang Jun dressed neatly and thought that he was also a thin-skinned person, so she deliberately took advantage of him.
Looking at Zhao Juhua's somewhat bloated figure and the wrinkles on her forehead that could trap mosquitoes, Yang Jun thought for a while and decided to call her sister.
"Sister Zhao, are Lao Zhao and Da Zhao here? I have something to do with them."
Zhao Juhua raised her head and looked at the sky, looking at him as if she were a fool.
"Aren't you asking knowingly, can they get off work at this time?"
Yang Jun was speechless.
"Let me tell you clearly, after the contract expires, my grandfather will completely retire, and my father will not quit his job at the State Guesthouse, so..."
"So what?" Yang Jun asked.
"So, if you want to find someone to cook, you can only talk to me." Zhao Juhua said with a smile.
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately became excited.
"can you cook?"
When Zhao Juhua heard this, she immediately became unhappy and her face darkened.
"Who are you looking down on? Don't tell me that I come from a family of royal chefs. Look across the country and see if there is any woman who can't cook?"
"I'm sorry, Sister Zhao, I didn't mean that. What I meant was that you also inherited Master Zhao's mantle?" Yang Jun said.
"I have never been a teacher, nor have I studied seriously. I have grown up around the cooking pot since I was a child. Do you think I can cook?"
"That's great, Sister Zhao, do you have any plans to work?" Yang Jun said happily.
According to what she said, her cooking skills will definitely be good.
Besides, it is very suitable for the family to have a woman as a cook.
However, this girl's brain is a bit big.
"Yes, it depends on how much you pay per month." Zhao Juhua said.
