Chapter 787: Chapter 785 Eight National Languages
Jiang Mianmian spoke, even adding a bit of saliva to act as tears, imitating the look of a pitiful little cabbage.
Su Wanyu really wanted to say “how could you,” but considering Yu Cheng and his nephew were present, she did not say it out loud, “Oh my, you’re such a big kid, not even embarrassed, still playing with saliva. Off you go, off you go. Isn’t it enough that I’m going to study now?”
She pretended to be disgusted as she pushed Jiang Mianmian to one side, resignedly took out her German textbook, and continued studying.
Jiang Mianmian didn’t care whether her mom was disgusted or not, as long as she had achieved her goal.
Fang Zhiyuan watched the mother and daughter outwit each other, feeling it was very heartwarming.
He folded the sheet of paper he had just finished writing on, took out a new one, dipped his brush in ink, and resumed practicing his calligraphy.
Su Wanyu held the German textbook, quietly reciting the vocabulary inside.
“Sister-in-law, you mispronounced a word.” Fang Zhiyuan, who was writing, suddenly stopped his brush and corrected her.
“Huh? Which one?” Su Wanyu asked, perplexed.
“It’s the word ‘institution’ that should be pronounced like this.” Fang Zhiyuan finished his explanation and repeated the correct pronunciation.
Jiang Mianmian was shocked to hear that his pronunciation was even more authentic than her own, and her face instantly showed a look of amazement.
She had thought that Uncle Fang, who read books, newspapers, and wrote with a brush every day, and who possessed such a gentle manner of speaking and demeanor, was a university professor. She hadn’t expected his German to be so excellent.
“Zhiyuan, how come your German is so good?”
Fang Zhiyuan put down the brush in his hand and explained to the two, “Sister-in-law, my father was a diplomat. When I was young, I followed him and met quite a few foreign friends. I practiced speaking with them, and that’s how I got good at it.”
In fact, Grandpa Fang had been grooming Fang Zhiyuan for a diplomatic career from an early age, encouraging him to converse directly with foreign friends to develop his language sense and pronunciation.
“Wow, a diplomat?!”
Jiang Mianmian looked at Fang Zhiyuan with starry eyes, unable to believe that Yu Cheng’s grandpa was a diplomat.
Su Wanyu was also very shocked and then came to a realization, no wonder he turned out like this with a diplomat as a father.
Yu Cheng saw Jiang Mianmian’s admiring expression, walked over, and ruffled her hair, “Little Lamb, do you think uncle is very impressive?”
“Mm-hmm, Uncle Fang is so amazing, and Grandpa Fang is incredible too, being a diplomat and all.” Jiang Mianmian nodded, generously lauding both of them.
Yu Cheng raised an eyebrow, revealing even more surprising news, “Uncle isn’t just fluent in German. He’s also mastered seven other languages. Being a diplomat is not easy, you know.”
His uncle was known as a talented young man in Capital City when he was younger.
“Fluent in eight languages?” Jiang Mianmian’s eyes widened in shock.
Oh my, Uncle Fang was just too impressive!
She had thought her mom was amazing for knowing four languages, but Uncle Fang knew eight!
Fang Zhiyuan saw how surprised they were looking at him and asked with a light chuckle, “What? Don’t I look the part?”
“No, it’s not that, I just didn’t expect you to be so incredible, being able to master eight languages at the same time, literally a language genius,” said Su Wanyu, her surprise turning into admiration.
As someone who studied languages herself, she naturally knew how difficult it was to proficiently master so many languages. Not only was there the issue of confusing grammar, but the sheer volume of vocabulary to memorize was also a challenge.
Considering his current age and deducting the time spent on the farm, he had proficiently mastered eight languages by around the age of twenty-one.