Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 903 Let's Have an American Joke
Zhuang Yu said this in a joking tone, but it was extremely true. If Yu Dongyu really said what he just mentioned at the research meeting, it would probably offend a lot of people.

Because the writer he mentioned is not an isolated case of chasing fame and fortune without principle, it happens to many writers.

Yu Dongyu smiled and said, "Don't forget, Wang Yi and Liu Yuan were invited to the research meeting. We are not on the list. If you are in a good mood, go to observe and observe. If you are not in a good mood, they will go to the research meeting, and we will follow Zhang Zhong ate, drank and had fun everywhere together. It just so happens that Lin De and the others are here, and we can be regarded as hosts, so we should play with them."

"Well, that's right, you're right. This matter has nothing to do with the two of us at all, what are we going to join in the fun with?" Zhuang Yu also nodded.

Liu Yuan said angrily, "That's not what you said when you came here."

"After all, there is a time and a time."

"..."

Of course Yu Dongyu and Zhuang Yu were joking, since they had agreed to go over before, they would naturally not miss the appointment.

Zhuang Yu was about to continue asking Yu Dongyu about his specific thoughts when the dishes began to be served on the table.

Zhang Zhong looked at the time, it was almost 07:30, but Yang Xiao and Liang Yanqiu hadn't arrived yet.

This time when Zhuang Yu and the others came, Zhang Zhong specially called Yang Xiao, Liang Yanqiu, and Wen Han, but unfortunately, Wen Han returned to his hometown this weekend.

Yang Xiao and Liang Yanqiu were at the school, but because the school magazine was busy at a critical moment, they were not there in the afternoon, and they made an appointment to come over for dinner in the evening.

Zhang Zhong took out his mobile phone and called Yang Xiao, but the call was hung up as soon as he connected.

The hangup was quick and the message was clear, they should be here soon.

Sure enough, two minutes after Zhang Zhong put away the phone, the two opened the door and walked in.

They both know Huaxia and the others, so there is no need to introduce them one by one. Zhang Zhong just introduced to Lin De and the others, "These two are teachers from our school, this is Yang Xiao, and this is Liang Yanqiu. "

After the two sides greeted each other, Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "After Yang Xiao came over, my pressure was much less, and part of the translation work can be allocated."

Yang Xiao had taught at Columbia University before, so of course his English proficiency goes without saying.

"I'm here to eat, not to be an interpreter." Yang smiled and said, then picked up the box in his hand, "I brought you something."

"Since you brought it, it's up to you to open it."

What Yang Xiao picked up was wine, which Zhang Zhong entrusted him to get.

Zhang Zhong doesn't drink alcohol, but having a table without wine is somewhat negligent.Guests can choose not to drink, but he has to prepare.

As for Linde and the others, they could only do as the Romans did, and he didn't prepare foreign wine.

Lin De and the others saw the unremarkable cardboard box in Yang Xiao's hands, and there was no pattern on it, so they couldn't tell what was inside, so they asked curiously.

Zhang Zhong replied with a smile, "It's baijiu."

"Is it the same as what we drank last time?" Llorente asked.

Lin De and Llorente had drunk baijiu before. When they came to Jiangyang, Zhang Zhong made some baijiu for them to taste.

But that time it was just a fresh taste, and each of them only took a small sip.

Zhang Zhong shook his head and said, "It's not the same, last time it was softer."

"It was soft last time?" Linde looked at Zhang Zhong in disbelief, "To me, that wine is already very spicy. It's obvious that Jiangyang is not a very cold place, why do you like to drink such a strong wine?" liquor?"

Zhang Zhong recalled the scene when Linde and Llorente drank liquor last time. Zhang Zhong poured them a small glass of wine, about one or two, and the two of them were bored in one breath.

Moreover, he didn't eat any food before drinking, and went to battle on an empty stomach, which shocked Zhang Zhong at that time.

"This time the wine is more fragrant, maybe you can get used to it." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

"Scent? Are there fruits or petals in it?" Penny Austin asked curiously.

"No, it's the aroma of rice, you'll know it after a while." Zhang Chong said with a smile.

……

It turned out that the few of them couldn't smell the aroma in Zhang Zhong's mouth at all.

Before drinking, they deliberately leaned closer and smelled it carefully. They only said that there was a special smell, but they didn't feel the aroma of rice.

After they took a sip, let alone the aroma, the wine was about to come out of their noses.

This kind of Maotai-flavored high-strength wine is indeed a bit uncomfortable for them, but although it is difficult to drink, it is much better after drinking.

They can't appreciate the taste of liquor, but they can feel the changes that liquor brings to their bodies.

The changes that each type of alcohol brings to the body are different. Otherwise, everyone would stop drinking and drink alcohol instead.

Even people like Zhuang Yu and the others couldn't help being vulgar, and kept asking Lin De how they felt drinking baijiu.

What can I do.

Judging from their expressions, it is estimated that this wine is really difficult for them to drink.

But seeing Zhuang Yu's enthusiasm, it's not easy to say it directly, just a few compliments, and then mention that I'm not used to drinking.

Zhuang Yu and the others also saw that Lin De and the others were not used to drinking, so they didn't try to persuade them to drink.

But Linde and the others were honest, and they didn't refuse at all. As long as Zhuang Yu and the others were still drinking, Linde and the others would accompany them. Even Penny Austin never mentioned going to the battlefield.

Going back and forth again and again will make you stronger.

Literati drinking, most of the time, is no different from ordinary people, and the traditional art of drinking is the same.

Good guy, these foreign friends drank so happily, can we Chinese people admit to being cowardly?

Drink, we must let foreign friends see our strength.

Now, someone like Liang Yanqiu who can't drink enough will suffer, and Liu Yuan and the others dragged him to drink. After drinking, he really couldn't drink anymore, so he threw his chopsticks on his head and shouted: "Please forgive me, please forgive me." .”

"No, you're going to be fined a cup, you're not begging for mercy, you're offering incense to us." Liu Yuan teased.

Yu Dongyu said, "Old Liu, you literati, why do you still practice this feudal superstition... If you burn incense, it should be three chopsticks."

"Oh, you're right, what are these two chopsticks doing?" Liu Yuan nodded.

"Well." Yu Dongyu pretended.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he opened his mouth and said, "I am praying to you."

"I bother!"

The Chinese people all laughed, and the three Americans looked confused. Zhang Zhong translated it for them, but they still couldn't get it.

This is cultural difference.

Llorente said with resentment on his face, "I will also make some American jokes later."

(End of this chapter)