Since Zhang Yu knows Hungarian, he doesn't have to worry about language problems at all for the next meal, and it can be said that it will be easier to eat. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and Zhang Yu also became Jiang Chenxuan's temporary translator, and easily translated the content of several people's chats to Jiang Chenxuan, so as not to let her sit bored because she couldn't understand what others said.

Jiang Chenxuan didn't know what Zhang Yu had just talked to a few people, but she was grateful to Zhang Yu for helping her translate. But as Zhang Yu translated more and more, she was also surprised...... Because Zhang Yu can translate what the other party has said into Chinese word for word. You must know that several people on the other side are sitting together and talking, and even if they are speaking English now, they may not be able to understand it. And Zhang Yu's translation speed is extremely fast, and the translation is particularly accurate, which doesn't sound strange at all, which makes Jiang Chenxuan admire Zhang Yu's translation ability to the extreme.

Everyone chatted and laughed for a long time...... After Anna and Alan finished their main course, they felt bored and ran to the living room to watch TV.

Zhang Yu and Jiang Chenxuan were polite, knowing that they were already full and couldn't leave, so they still sat and chatted with a few people...... followed by a few people to eat some dessert after dinner, which was the official end of this sumptuous dinner.

Paul Lange had drunk a lot of wine, was in a good mood, and could be said to be a little unsatisfied, and smiled at Zhang Yu: "Zhang Yu, let's go and sit in the living room now, and I'll make you a cup of coffee." Let my son play the violin for you, and you will point him out. You're a master!"

"The master can't talk about it! Pointing is definitely no problem!" Zhang Yu smiled and said.

Everyone got up and went to the living room together...... The Lange siblings were also sitting on the couch watching TV.

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

Seeing this, Paul Lange frowned, and said, "Why did you two open the gifts of other people's guests? ”

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

Anna blinked her big beautiful eyes and said, "Is there anything wrong with this? Isn't the gift for our family? Why can't it be opened?"

"You!" Paul Lange really can't do anything about this daughter. I could only look at my son and say, "Alan, bring your violin, let Mr. Zhang see how good you are?"

"Oh!" replied Alan Lange, getting up and running up the stairs.

Anna Lange flashed the fan a few times, suddenly something sounded, looked at Zhang Yu, and said, "Hey, what is the thing in your box?" After speaking, he gestured to the four treasures of the study on the table.

Paul Lange frowned and said, "Anna! How many times have I said to be polite to others. Hey, what, I'm going to call Mr. Zhang, do you understand?"

Anna Lange frowned when she heard this, and said, "Dad! He's younger than me." Why should I call him by an honorific title? Actually, I can call him by his first name, Zhang Yu! ”

"You!" said Paul Lange.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Lange! It doesn't matter what it's called." Anyway, the name is just a code name, and I know it's called me. After speaking, he looked at Anna with a smile and said, "What you said! These are the four tools that the Chinese use exclusively for writing!"

Anna Lange was a little intrigued when she heard this, put down the folding fan in her hand, and fiddled with a few strange things in the box.

Zhang Yu also introduced the use of pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the other party...... As for the few people around, they had never seen these traditional writing instruments from China, so naturally their faces also showed expressions of interest.

Anna Lange fiddled for a while, became a little more interested, and said, "Zhang Yu! Can you teach me how many Chinese to write?"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu nodded with a smile and said, "I'll teach you to write your name!" After speaking, he placed the writing tools neatly, followed by picking up the bottled water on the table, to a point in the pen wash, and then pouring out a little in the inkstone, and then picking up the ink strip and starting to grind. ……

None of the people around had seen this, so naturally they all showed interested expressions and leaned aside to watch...... Zhang Yu almost grinded the ink, picked up a pen, and said, "What I use now! It is made of weasel hair, and it is the standard pen used by our ancient Chinese literati. Because this pen is new, the nib is coated with adhesive, and before using it, it is necessary to open the pen. In fact, it is soaked in water to remove the adhesive on the nib before it can be used normally. With that, he removed the cap of his pen and soaked it in the water and shook it......

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

When Jiang Chenxuan heard this, he said, "The brush is a writing tool commonly used by the ancient Chinese! Modern people basically use fountain pens. The brush can only be used when people are practicing Chinese calligraphy. I usually use very little!"

Hearing this, Anna Lange looked at Jiang Chenxuan and said, "Do you also use a brush?"

Jiang Chenxuan shook her head with a smile and said, "I don't know this! This thing is quite difficult to write, so it is not so easy to practice." ”

"So you won't!" Anna Lange pursed the corners of her lips and said to herself, "You Chinese are so strange! You actually like to give gifts that people don't use themselves." ”

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

Of course, Jiang Chenxuan's face was hot when he heard it...... To be honest, she was also a little embarrassed. Jiang Chenxuan's handwriting is okay, but the brush writing is average, after all, calligraphy practice is a kind of accumulation over the years, and there are no two brushes in hand, so I really don't dare to demonstrate. Of course, she is also looking forward to Zhang Yu's calligraphy, whether the writing is good or average. Anyway, even if Zhang Yu's writing is average, it is impossible for him to point it out, anyway, these foreigners can't understand it, so it's all easy to write.

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Alan Lange ran down the stairs with his violin in his hand...... When he came to everyone, he found that everyone was looking at Zhang Yu intently.

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.