Chapter Seven Hundred and Thirty Gifts

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Since Zhang Yu can speak Hungarian, he doesn't have to worry about language at all for the next meal. It can be said that it will be easier to eat. Zhang Yu also became Jiang Chenxuan's temporary translator, and easily translated all the chat contents of several people to Jiang Chenxuan, so that she would not sit bored because she couldn't understand what others said.

Jiang Chenxuan didn't know what Zhang Yu was talking about with a few people just now, but she was grateful to Zhang Yu for helping her translate. But as Zhang Yu translated more and more, it also surprised her... Because Zhang Yu could translate what the other party said into Chinese without a word. You must know that a few people sitting on the opposite side are chatting together, and even if they are speaking English now, they may not be able to understand. However, Zhang Yu's translation was extremely fast, and his translation was particularly accurate. It didn't sound strange at all, which made Jiang Chenxuan admire Zhang Yu's translation ability.

Everyone chatted and laughed for a long time... After sister and brother Anna and Allen finished eating the main course, they felt bored and went to the living room to watch TV.

Out of politeness, Zhang Yu and Jiang Chenxuan clearly knew they were full and couldn't leave, so they sat and chatted with a few people... Following a few people, they ate some dessert after dinner, which officially ended the sumptuous dinner.

Paul Lange drank a lot of wine and was in a good mood. It can be said that he was still a little unfinished. He smiled at Zhang Yu: "Zhang Yu! Let's go to the living room now and I'll make you a cup of coffee. Then let my son pull it for you. A violin, you point him. You're a master!"

"Master can't talk about it! Pointing is definitely no problem!" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

Everyone got up and went to the living room together... Sister Lange was also sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Anna was holding a folding fan in her hand, fanning the wind, looking very leisurely... And Alan kept looking at the four treasures of the study brought by Zhang Yu in his hand, it seemed very strange, what exactly is this?

Seeing this, Paul Lange frowned and said, "Why did you two open the gift of the guest! It's not polite at all."

Alan's face was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and he hurriedly put the strange thing in his hand into the box and pushed it aside.

Anna blinked her big beautiful eyes and said, "Is there any problem! Isn't the gift for our family! Why can't you open it?"

"You!" Paul Lange really had nothing to do with this daughter. He could only look at his son and said, "Alan! Bring your violin! Let Mr. Zhang see how well you are?"

"Oh!" Alan Lange responded, got up and ran to the stairs.

Anna Lange leisurely flicked the fan a few times, and suddenly something sounded, looked at Zhang Yu, and said, "Hey! Ask, what are the things in your box?" After speaking, she gestured to the table. The Four Treasures of the Study.

Paul Lange frowned and said, "Anna! How many times have I said that you should be polite to others. What the hell! I want to call Mr. Zhang! Do you understand?"

Anna Lange frowned and said, "Dad! Is he younger than me? Why should I call him by honorable title! In fact, I can call him by his name Zhang Yu! Use hey to represent it, to say It's already respected."

"You!" Paul Lange was furious to death.

Zhang Yu said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Lange! It doesn't matter what the name is. Anyway, the name is just a code name. You can call me if you know it." After speaking, he looked at Anna with a smile and said, "What you said In our China, it is called the Four Treasures of the Study. These are the four tools that Chinese people use exclusively for writing!"

Anna Lange was a little interested when she heard the words, put down the folding fan in her hand, and started playing with some strange things in the box.

Zhang Yu also introduced to each other how to use pen, ink, paper and inkstone... As for the people around, they had never seen these traditional writing tools from China, and naturally their faces also showed interest. expression.

Anna Lange fiddled with it for a while, then became more interested, and said, "Zhang Yu! Can you teach me some Chinese?"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu nodded with a smile, and said, "I'll teach you how to write your name!" After finishing speaking, he placed the writing tools neatly, followed by picking up the bottled water on the table, to a point During the pen wash, pour out a little more into the inkstone, then pick up the ink stick and start grinding. ...

The people around had never seen this before, so naturally they all showed expressions of interest, leaning to the side to watch... Zhang Yu had almost finished grinding the ink, picked up a pen, and said, "What I'm using now! A writing brush. It is made of weasel hair. It is the standard pen used by our ancient Chinese literati. Because this pen is new, the tip of the pen is coated with adhesive. Before using it, the pen must be opened. In fact, it is soaked in In water, remove the adhesive on the tip of the pen before it can be used normally." After speaking, he took off the cap of the pen, soaked it in the water and shook it...

Seeing this, Anna Lange said strangely: "Chinese writing is really troublesome! It seems that the pen is simpler."

Jiang Chenxuan heard the words and said, "The brush is a common writing tool used by ancient Chinese people! Modern people basically use fountain pens. Brushes can only be used when people practice Chinese calligraphy. They are rarely used!"

Anna Lange looked at Jiang Chenxuan after hearing this, and said, "Can you also use a brush?"

Jiang Chenxuan shook her head with a smile, and said, "I can't do this! It's quite difficult to write, so it's not that easy to practice."

"It turns out you don't either!" Anna Lange curled her lips and said to herself, "You Chinese people are so strange! You actually like to give gifts that others don't need."

Tyron and Roy almost burst out laughing when they heard this... Paul Lange was so angry that he had nothing to do with this precious daughter.

Of course, Jiang Chenxuan's face became hot... To be honest, she was also a little embarrassed. Jiang Chenxuan's handwriting is okay, but the calligraphy is just average. After all, calligraphy practice is a kind of accumulation over the years. Without two brushes in hand, I really dare not demonstrate it. Of course, she is also looking forward to Zhang Yu's calligraphy, whether it is good or average. Anyway, even if Zhang Yu wrote mediocrely, he couldn't point it out. Anyway, these foreigners couldn't understand it.

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Alan Lange ran downstairs with his violin at this time... When he came to the crowd, he found that everyone was looking at Zhang Yu attentively.

Alan Lange knew that something strange seemed to be happening now, so he didn't say anything, but stood aside to see what Zhang Yu was going to do.