"Mr. Llorente, I remember that you described a structural force that can distort space in "The Disaster". This idea is very interesting. Can I ask how you came up with such a design at that time?"
"Haha, it's nothing special. It's just that the novel needs a power to distort space, so I thought of the term structural force. Isn't it cool?"
"Oh, so that's it. In "The Savages of Hebrews" you describe a monster with five legs, three arms and no eyes. Some readers said that the prototype of this monster is the Feather in "Garonia".
Is this what the Erdo tribe is like?”
"No, don't the Ferdo tribe have four legs? They are completely different from mine, and Lin Lexi obviously has higher combat power than the Ferdo tribe. In fact, the image of Lin Lexi came from a dream of mine...
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Zhang Zhong and Linde looked at each other. Neither of them expected that Feng He could chat with Laurent so well.
Zhang Zhong was particularly impressed by Feng He. Although he had not met this guy many times, in his impression, Feng He was a man of few words, but he did not expect that Llorente would be so open-minded.
But seeing them like this, Zhang Zhong and Linde also breathed a sigh of relief. At least they didn't have to endure Llorente's nonsense anymore.
The same was true for Lind. He had had enough of Llorente along the way, especially on the plane. He wanted to sleep directly on the plane to get rid of jet lag, but Llorente kept chattering in his ears, making him
He has a bit of a mental breakdown.
I finally got some sleep in the hotel yesterday and finally regained some energy.
Several people are sitting in Zhang Zhong's office now, each holding a cup of coffee.
Feng He chatted with Llorente for more than half an hour. Most of the time, Feng He was asking questions and Llorente was answering.
Perhaps feeling that this was a bit rude, Feng He smiled and said to Lin De and Zhang Zhong, "I made you laugh."
Linde waved his hand, "No, we are very happy."
Llorente seized the opportunity and said, "Pz, before I came here, a friend who was a 'Hua Xia Tong' told me that there is a very delicious food here. Would you mind taking me to try it in the evening?"
"Oh? Someone also recommended food to you. What did your friend from China recommend to you?"
"He spoke Chinese. I don't quite remember how to pronounce it, but it doesn't matter. I've recorded the pronunciation and it's on my phone."
Llorente then turned on his phone to find the recording he had made before, and then played it for Zhang Zhong and the others.
Zhang Zhong and Fenghe listened intently, only to hear a fluent Chinese sentence coming from the mobile phone: stinky tofu.
Hearing the word stinky tofu, Zhang Zhong and Feng He looked at each other, and then Zhang Zhong asked Llorente, "Has there ever been any conflict between your Huaxiatong friend and you?"
Llorente didn't understand why Zhang Zhong asked this. He said strangely, "No, Sandro and I are very good friends. He once stayed in China for a long time. I came here to chat with him for a long time."
Chatted for a long time...
Zhang Zhong glanced at Llorente and said, "You have nothing to do with him. Look, if you torture others like this, how can they not retaliate against you?"
It is estimated that Sandro couldn't stand Llorente's verbal bombardment, so he deliberately made stinky remarks to tease him.
It’s not that stinky tofu is bad, but I have to admit that many foreigners still can’t accept it.
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Your friend is indeed a Chinese expert, and stinky tofu is indeed a famous Chinese delicacy. Of course, your friend did not tell you everything. In fact, stinky tofu is not very delicious when eaten alone. It needs to be
Eat it with preserved eggs."
He deliberately played with ideas and created a translation for pine flower egg - pine flower egg.
The normal translation of preserved egg is preserved egg, which means processed and pickled eggs.
Zhang Zhong’s nonsensical translation makes preserved eggs as tempting as Chinese.
Sure enough, after hearing this translation, Llorente showed great interest, "You can tell it is a delicacy just by the name."
Lin De didn't understand Chinese and was kept in the dark. Only Feng He knew the inside story, covering his mouth and snickering.
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"Is this choudoufu?"
As soon as the stinky tofu was placed in front of Llorente, the guy frowned because the stinky tofu didn't look very good either in terms of smell or appearance.
Llorente had begun to have doubts, "Is this really delicious food?"
Zhang Zhong said firmly, "Of course, this is definitely one of the most famous delicacies in China."
"Really?" Llorente put a piece into his mouth doubtfully, but his brows furrowed even more.
His cultivation prevents him from spitting out the food in his mouth in front of his master, but looking at his expression you can see how resistant he is.
"We also need to add some preserved eggs." Zhang Zhong said again.
Llorente could only bring another flower petal to his mouth, and then his eyes became more complicated.
Without chewing twice, Llorente swallowed the food in his mouth and took a swig of water.
"Pz, are these two really delicacies?"
Zhang Zhong smiled and nodded, "Indeed, but the taste is a bit special. They belong to that kind of special delicacies."
"China is really a magical country. The dishes I just ate are all delicious. Since you have such delicious food, why do you still eat such things?" Llorente shook his head and said.
Linde laughed and said, "What you say makes no sense. Isn't it the same as literature? Now that we have romanticism, why do we need realism? Now that we have reportage, why do we need stream of consciousness? Let me try.
Try these two things, I want to know if they are really as exaggerated as you make them out to be."
As he spoke, he brought the stinky tofu to his mouth, chewed it for a few mouthfuls and said, "It's quite delicious. Although it smells a bit unpleasant, the taste is very rich after entering the mouth, and I don't feel the smell anymore."
After eating the stinky tofu, he got another piece of preserved egg, and then shook his head, "I'm not used to this preserved egg, but the stinky tofu is really delicious."
Llorente gave Linde a thumbs up, "I never knew you were so powerful, Linde. Although it's rude to say this, when I ate the stinky tofu just now, I felt like an atomic bomb exploded in my mouth.
Come on, not a single cell in the entire mouth can escape. After I ate the preserved eggs, an atomic bomb was nothing. I felt like all the nuclear weapons in the world had exploded in my mouth."
Linde smiled and said, "No one would want to waste nuclear weapons in your mouth."
Llorente shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, actually I remembered such a metaphor last night when I dreamed about an atomic bomb exploding next to my house."
Zhang Zhong joked, "Your dreams are quite magical."
Llorente looked at them and said, "Is it amazing? Haven't you ever dreamed about the explosion of an atomic bomb and the dream about nuclear weapons destroying the entire world to great effect?"
The three of them shook their heads at the same time, "No, obviously you are the only one here who has had such a dream."