Getting sick is less likely for Bertram than hijacking a plane. He has never gotten sick since he was young and strong. Of course, the occasional cold and fever are normal. In the eyes of Westerners, this is not an illness, but a normal reaction in the body.
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He followed Gu Chen's words and stepped forward with his long, uncomfortably bent legs. For this man with the elegance of a French aristocrat, such a posture of straddling a horse and holding a golden sword made him freeze for half a second.
"Be bold, elegant man. Don't be too particular here. Being too particular will only make you uncomfortable." Gu Chen saw the unnatural flash on his face and laughed, and made such a heroic gesture in the same handsome manner.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not just men here, but also ladies."
The folk customs are simple and informal, and the men and women of Yangliu Village, old and young, will do such heroic actions.
With a hint of surprise in his blue eyes, Bertram put his fist to his lips, coughed slightly, and laughed softly, like the sweet spring flowing gently from the water bottle in the hand of a goddess, "Gu, on you.
I always see a different side."
"You are as majestic as a general on the battlefield, brave and fearless as an ancient Roman gladiator in fighting, elegant and noble in life, and now you are... so cute."
So many sides of her slowly unfolded before his eyes like a scroll, and the beating heart under her chest beat more intensely as the scroll unfolded.
Cupid's arrows seemed to hit him more than once. It was because he would shoot an arrow every time he saw Gu, which made him so...so...so eager to see her.
Facing Bertram's heartfelt praise, his dark eyes were like shooting stars with a deep smile, and he joked: "Bertram, I guess you must have dated many ladies to coax them like this.
happy."
"If I said that you were the first girl I had the closest relationship with, Gu, would you believe it?"
"Well, I will believe it." Gu Chen raised the corner of his mouth. Naturally, she would not care about the authenticity of what he said. The sound of cooking behind him stopped, and Gu Chen turned his head, "Do you still need to stir-fry some vegetables? Bertelet
Mum must be not used to Chinese food.”
It's not that I'm not used to eating, it's that... I can't even use chopsticks.
When the chicken pieces fell from his chopsticks for the third time, this aristocratic man with an IQ of over 180 said helplessly: "I think I need to study hard in China. It's too difficult to use." He glanced at the person being called.
The tableware called "chopsticks" was so small that he couldn't handle it.
Gu Dahuai was extremely frightened after eating this meal. He didn't know what it means to be superior, nor did he know how to appreciate a person's temperament, but he knew that the foreigner sitting at the same table with him was so good-looking in every move he made.
Even more beautiful than the stars on TV!
Seeing that he couldn't use chopsticks, he panicked and said, "You should use it like this, not with your fists." After saying this, he realized that the other person didn't understand his native accent, and he couldn't even understand Mandarin.
"You are holding chopsticks with your fists. You are holding two chopsticks into one. Can you pick them up?" Gu Chen picked up a piece of cabbage and asked him to observe carefully. "Pinch the chopsticks between the tail of your thumb, index finger and middle finger.
,Then……"
A chopstick stumped a highly intelligent person, and Gu Chen could only laugh.
Looking at Bertram who was practicing until his forehead was sweating, Gu Chen was afraid that he would laugh out loud, so he quickly turned his head to the side, curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled fiercely before turning around.
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I have to put the baby to sleep, I will fix the typo later...
