My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 112: Ask the foreigner in the toilet

Lying on the soft chair of the coffee shop and looking at the photos he took, Yang Guo suddenly laughed silently. [More exciting novels, please visit]

This one is really fun. It was in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. He shook his left fist from a distance. In the photo, he seemed to be holding a dragon pillar, while Qiqi was smiling with a small hand. On Dad’s left arm, the other little hand was waving in the air. In the photo, she seemed to take the golden hoop from Dad’s hand!

The expression and the action, although it was a coincidence, were really too realistic. I didn't feel anything at the time. Now I see Yang Guo so much fun. He double-clicked to zoom in and zoom out, and I found it interesting no matter what.

There is-in the cafe. Yang Guo picked a few more interesting photos, edited Weibo and posted them on the Internet.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Qiqi woke up, and Yang Guo walked out of the coffee shop. It was still bright and walked around. Apart from taking pictures and lamenting my dominance in Greater China, there was not much fun. It’s almost evening now, and there is no flag-raising ceremony.

After walking for a day, Yang Guo didn’t feel tired yet. He didn’t plan to call a taxi, because it was only one station away from Wangfujing. He walked over there, looking at the travel brochure before looking for it. An old shop that I visited.

When I came to Beijīng, it was a waste to stay in the hotel every day and eat the same meals from all over the country. There are so many delicious specialty snacks in Beijīng, even if there is no way to try each one, I still have to try it Give it a try!

Walking on the road, I suddenly heard a few words of English. In fact, I didn’t feel weird to hear English Yang Guo at Beijīng, because there were too many foreign tourists in Beijīng, and I saw a lot in the Forbidden City in the morning! Only these few sentences English, Yang Guo heard a kind of restless and helpless emotion.

Turning around, I saw a middle-aged man with a slightly thin, beard, and Middle-Eastern appearance standing in front of an old man with a red armband, and anxiously explained: ", _what_i_am_, _where_is_the_"

"Am I a wheel?" The old man was confused, he said, "Are you a wheel?"

"Yes, yes," the middle-aged foreigner nodded and shook his head. "No, no, yes?"

The old man still didn't understand, he asked again: "I am a wheel? No, I am not a wheel. Where?" Not only did he desperately explain, he also made gestures of going to the toilet with his hands and feet.

But the old man is still confused, but when he sees the body language of the middle-aged foreigner, he asks in confusion: "Are you talking about the toilet?"

This foreigner is a U.S. accent, and this domestic "household name" abbreviation has only been used in England, almost no one has seen it in U.S., how can middle-aged foreigners understand? He thought the old man said Another thing!

"No, no," the middle-aged foreigner was already in a hurry. He caught his feet, scratching his head and thinking about how to explain the word toilet to the old man.

Yang Guo looked funny. The language barrier is indeed a big problem. When Beijīng was engaged in the Olympic Games in the past few years, almost everyone was learning English. Now the enthusiasm has faded. The old man who manages street hygiene and this special situation Questions and answers from middle-aged foreigners are just like chickens and ducks, not on the same channel at all.

Yang Guo stepped forward and said to the middle-aged foreigner in English: "Hello, let me come, please wait a moment."

He turned his head and said to the old man: "Uncle, this foreign friend actually asked him where the toilet is, so you can just point it to him."

The old man patted his thighs and laughed: "I said I guessed right! His gesture like this means going to the toilet, and he shook his head. You are still a young man, you are smart, and you know what English says!" The old man whispered. After a long conversation, I pointed to an alley and said: "Go here, turn left at the end, and you will see it."

Yang Guo still translated it to a middle-aged foreigner. The muscles on his face finally relaxed. Because he rushed to the toilet, he just thanked Yang Guo in a hurry, and then ran over there, seemingly suffocated. Time is not short!

Shaking his head, Yang Guo turned around funny, thanked the enthusiastic old man with armbands, and walked to the old shop. He is now just across the road from the shop, and he can see the big signboard with quaint decoration when he looks up.

Yang Guo found that regardless of whether the products they sell are newly launched products, or whether the interior decoration and service are very modern, as long as they are long-established stores, they like to make the outside store look contemporary.

It’s easy for customers to find it, because at a glance, this is an old store with a long history and enduring history. The food inside should be authentic! I have to say that such a marketing strategy is still very successful! A group of queuing guests sitting on the bench in front of the door can explain its popularity.

Yang Guo was also waiting in line. Suddenly he was slapped on the shoulder. Looking back, it was the foreign middle-aged man just now. He smiled happily: "So you are here. I have been looking for it for a long time. "

Yang Guo also smiled at him.

"I really thank you so much just now. Your help was very timely." The middle-aged foreigner grinned, his beard trembling with the muscles of his cheek.

"You are welcome." Yang Guo looked at him and smiled, "Actually, if you are asking for directions in China, it is best to find young people. They receive more English education."

"Oh! I thought I brought this one." The middle-aged foreigner gestured his arm, drew the appearance of the armband, and said, "I am a volunteer serving the community. I heard my friends say that they are I have been to China during the Olympics, and all Chinese volunteers can say English."

Yang Guo smiled awkwardly. At that time, the whole country was hosting the Olympics, and the entire Beijīng was learning English madly. Uncles and aunts could hum a few words "", but that was just a moment of popularity. Origin, thinking about it is ridiculous. Yang Guo didn't want to talk to him on this issue, so he opened the topic: "You also want to taste the Chinese specialties when you come here?"

"Is it delicious?" A middle-aged foreigner asked with interest, "I found you, mainly because I want to say thank you again! Another thing I want to ask you is, you know the Laike Hotel How do you go?"

When he talked about visitors, his tone was very flat. It sounded like "come to department". Yang Guo was still a little confused at the beginning. He was about to say that he was new to Beijīng. When he was not very familiar, he was a middle-aged foreigner. So he took out his room key and room card and pointed it to Yang Guò: "Hey, come to the branch, this is the hotel to come to the University of Science and Technology."

Yang Guo suddenly realized, he smiled and took out his room card, shook in front of the foreign middle-aged people, and said: "I see, I live in the same hotel as you."

"That's great! We are really fate," the foreign middle-aged man said excitedly, "Can you tell me how to go back?"

Yang Guo recalled the map that I had memorized before I came out to play, and found that it was too complicated to explain to the middle-aged foreigners how to pick up and transfer back to the hotel in words, so he said: "I will go back when I finish eating, you Do you want to eat together and then go together? This shop is very famous for its fried belly, and this is not a pig, but a lamb."

Most people in the Middle East are Muslims, so Yang Guo explained to him.

Foreign middle-aged people said happily: "Can you? It's a great honor. I come to China, and I want to taste Chinese food besides traveling!"

After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, they finally waited for their turn to be available. Yang Guo first ordered the two signature staple foods, dugourd and dusandan. Under the translation of Yang Guo, the foreign middle-aged man also ordered a few dishes that he thought should be delicious.

The dishes were served very quickly, and within three minutes of placing the order, plates of warm dishes were served.

"Good smell!" The middle-aged foreigner said with a thumbs up. Under the instruction of Yang Guo, he began to learn to use chopsticks, watching his three fingers awkwardly pinch the chopsticks to pinch his belly. The belly swayed at the tip of the chopsticks, and Yang Guo was particularly worried that it would fall.

Qiqi was also seduced by the strong scent of her belly, and she began to dance restlessly in Yang Guo's arms. Yang Guo picked up a lamb tripe and dipped it in the dipping sauce. Qiqi waited with his mouth open. When he saw his father stuffed it into his mouth, Qiqi waved his little hand and hummed dissatisfiedly. The small body twisted and vented uncomfortable emotions.

"Your child would like to taste it too." The foreign middle-aged man motioned to Yang Guo and laughed.

Yang Guo wry smile said: "She just likes the scent, she can't eat it! She is not yet a year old."

The foreign middle-aged man nodded and smiled: "She is so cute."

Qiqi was so noisy, Yang Guo had to put down the food in front of me and think about countermeasures. Yang Guo used chopsticks to pick up the lamb soup in the bowl, let the soup dip into the chopsticks, and then put the chopsticks in front of Qiqi's mouth. Can't eat meat, taste some soup should be fine, Yang Guo thinks~IndoMTL.com~Qiqi Seeing the chopsticks and smelling the taste that made her salivate, she stopped twisting and turned her eyes slightly red. She also stopped the tears that were about to overflow, she sniffed it, and then grabbed the chopsticks and sucked.

I thought that Qiqi would **** and wouldn't let it go, but Qiqi contained a bit and spit it out in disgust. She also vomited all the saliva in her mouth. Yang Guo was caught off guard, and Qiqi's saliva drenched her chin and the round collar of her clothes.

Yang Guo is angry and funny, this little idiot, quickly pulled out a tissue and wiped Qiqi clean. Yang Guo also wants to understand the reason. Mutton soup must have the smell of sheep. How can it be as sweet as milk? It is amazing that Qiqi can like it!

After working on Qiqi, Yang Guo turned around and talked with a middle-aged foreigner while eating: "By the way, sir, I still don’t know how to call you?"

"My name is allen_adham."

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