poor little understand

Chapter 25

The Limmat River divides Zurich into two distinct eras.

On one side is a modern city built of reinforced concrete, and on the other side is an ancient city that is lined with Baroque and Gothic buildings, built with stones and bricks, and can be traced back to the tenth century AD.

Just a river seems to have traveled through time and space and arrived at a different civilization.

Near a church with pointed arches and flying buttresses, Lin Muting, who was brought to Switzerland by Lin Junchuo, was working in a local restaurant in Zurich. Three middle-aged tourists with yellow skin and black hair walked into the restaurant. A man with a single-lens reflex camera hanging around his neck. It is not clear which country in Asia he is from.

People from China, Japan, and South Korea look the same to Europeans and Americans, and basically they can't tell the difference.

Suzanne, the head waiter in the restaurant, routinely called Lin Muting to entertain the three Asian tourists, "Evening, three Asians, go baby."

Evening is Lin Muting's English name.

Suzanne is a student at the University of Zurich. She is six years older than Lin Muting, but she is 1.8 meters tall. Compared to Lin Muting, who is only 1.6 meters tall, she looks like a female warrior.She looked at Lin Muting, who was like a child, and always took great care of him.Not only that, the shop assistants in the restaurant felt that Lin Muting, who was like a doll, was really too small, not much better than a primary school student, and they all took care of him more or less.

For Asian guests who are obviously easier to entertain, they will ask Lin Muting to receive them.

Lin Muting smiled at Suzanne, picked up the menu and walked into the three Asian guests, asking in his already fluent English, "What do you need?"

The three guests looked at the menu and communicated in Mandarin with a distinct local accent. One of the middle-aged women in a red blouse said, "I wonder if this guy is Chinese? I saw a yellow man in Europe these days. Skin, why are there so many Koreans and Japanese?"

The man among the three looked at the menu with one eye and answered her, "Korea is such a big place, if you don't go abroad, where else will you go? Chinese people love to go to the United States, and there are not many people in Switzerland."

"I want vegetable pancakes, instant chicken, and medium-rare steak." Another middle-aged woman in a gray shirt has already ordered in English, "Do you have chili sauce here, the very spicy one?"

The lady in the red shirt added, "Can the vegetables be cooked a little more, instead of raw. And that grilled steak, can you not add curry, what a mess. Don't add onions to this instant chicken, I smell like onions I can't stand it."

Lin Muting held a pen and memorized everything, and the only man added in English with substandard pronunciation, "Don't want the sweet and spicy sauce. I've had enough of the chili sauce here."

After listening to their menu, Lin Muting immediately knew that their Swiss chef would not be able to cook these dishes, and explained with a smile, "I'm sorry, there is only sweet chili sauce here, there is no non-sweet chili sauce. Chicken with onions It's a specialty here and the chef never changes the menu...."

When the three tourists heard this, they stopped. The lady in the red coat obviously had a temper, and her voice became louder, "What's wrong with us not liking onions? If you don't add them, it will be fine. Sweetness is everywhere, even There is no chili sauce, so there is no food here."

"There is indeed no non-sweet chili sauce." Lin Muting apologized again in a good-tempered manner, "The vegetables in the restaurant can pass through the hot water for you, but Swiss chefs don't cook the vegetables when they make salads."

He tried to explain the Swiss restaurant tradition, but was interrupted by three tourists.

"Is it so difficult to cook a vegetable? Why are you so unreasonable? Is this the tradition of your century-old shop?" The middle-aged man was not acclimatized to the environment because of eating raw food in Europe these days. After a few days, my stomach has already been full of fire.Now that he met Lin Muting, a middle school student who didn't speak Chinese, he must be Korean.It is right for the Chinese to hate Koreans, and he immediately became angry, thinking of giving this Korean a first-class meal.

Lin Muting wanted to explain again, and Susanna, who had been watching for a while, couldn't stand it anymore.In her eyes, these Asian tourists are simply making trouble for no reason, disrespecting their food traditions, and making some inexplicable demands, just looking at a child like Lin Muting for bullying.

Which country in the world has a tradition of gaining self-esteem by bullying children?The public place is noisy, and the old customers next to it are dissatisfied.

Suzanne stopped Lin Muting behind her, with a serious face, "Everyone, I'm afraid our restaurant can't meet your requirements. If you are not satisfied, you can leave our restaurant."

Where have these three people been subjected to such encounters in China? The lady in red immediately exploded, "You are a shop bully, is there any reason? Fortunately, this is still a democratic country."

The lady's loud voice disturbed all the guests present and cast dissatisfied eyes on the table.In western countries, it is extremely impolite and uneducated to make loud noises in public places.

Several restaurant service staff also came over, and Susanna said forcefully to the three tourists, "You have seriously affected our customers and the environment, please leave immediately."

In a foreign country, but also a local restaurant, the three tourists finally realized their own weakness, picked up their own things indignantly, and left with a stinky face.

When the middle-aged man left, he remembered something, and sang the Japanese song "sakura, sakura" that Lin Muting was quite familiar with.

Lin Muting thought to himself, the three Chinese probably thought they had lost their lives and wanted to throw the blame on the Japanese.Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the restaurant, Susanna followed Lin Muting to the pantry, with a disapproving look on her face, "They must not be Japanese. Japanese people speak English with very strange accents. I thought we had never seen Japanese before." , How polite the Japanese are.”

Lin Muting felt a little subtle when he heard this, "They are Chinese, I heard them speak Chinese."

He is also Chinese. It is not a big deal for Chinese tourists not to understand the traditions of restaurants when they are abroad, but he is a little embarrassed to throw the blame on the Japanese and be spotted by a Swiss girl.

"I just said they are not Japanese." Suzanne was affirmed by Lin Muting, nodded very proudly, and then added, "Evening, there are so many people in China, there must be many people who are not polite, you are definitely not .”

Lin Muting knew what Suzanne meant, and he would not carry 14 billion Chinese on his shoulders. He patted Suzanne's hand, "I know, there are guests here."

As the sun set, Lin Muting said goodbye to Susanna after get off work, and walked along the Limmat River towards the community where he lived in Zurich.

On the streets covered with edelweiss and pines and cypresses, the buildings on both sides are not like domestic skyscrapers. Most of them are houses with only three or four floors, covered with black roofs, and all kinds of flowers and plants are planted on the balconies. They are all covered by vegetation, with a post-modernist architectural style.

A neighbor boy whom he knew not long ago came to meet him, "Evening, good afternoon, when are you off work?"

"Yes, are you going to work in a cafe?" Lin Muting replied.

The 1.8-meter boy smiled brighter than the sunset above his head, "Yes, who can get something for nothing? I'm leaving, goodbye."

Lin Muting: "Goodbye."

It has been more than half a month since he came to Zurich.The days of these half a month are completely different from his life in the past 16 years, as if they are two completely different worlds.

The boy just now is also in high school, and lives in the same villa area as him. His family has a small property, but he has been working part-time since junior high school, and he has to work two jobs in high school.

Whether the middle school students here are rich or poor, they have a tradition of working to earn money.After graduating from middle school, in addition to continuing to study in universities, there are many technical schools for them to further their studies.

Many of their scholarships and admissions to famous universities are not only provided to sports students, students with certain specialties, but also various admission methods.

After graduating from middle school, many people will not go directly to university, but travel around the world, working part-time to earn their own travel expenses.

Compared with these people, Lin Muting's experimental class seems to be a completely different world from the arts and sciences department. They literally live on different earths.He suddenly discovered that besides studying hard to solve the problems, he had other options.

He looked up at the magnificent sunset and the endless blue sky, and suddenly understood why Lin Junchuo didn't comfort him after his mother beat him, but instead brought him here directly.

The sunset was completely below the horizon, and Lin Muting returned to his and Lin Junchuo's residence in Zurich.Opening the door, in the open kitchen, Lin Junchuo was cutting potatoes wearing the tulip apron they chose together, when he heard the sound and smiled at him, "Our family, Mumu, is back."

Lin Muting was still a little uncomfortable hearing him use such an intimate address, "Who is your family's Mu Mu..."

"It's not your Mu Mu, it's our Mu Mu." Lin Junchuo obviously knew how to deal with teenagers, and pointed to the unwashed lettuce with his chin, "If you don't do it, there's nothing to eat, go and wash the vegetables."

To say that in the past half a month, Lin Muting, apart from improving his spoken English a lot, his common sense and skills in life have improved by leaps and bounds. In order to be a life expert who can chop vegetables and cook, and can also keep the room in order.

All this is due to Lin Junchuo.

Lin Muting put down the backpack, washed his hands and walked behind the man, hugged the man's thin waist carefully, buried his face in the man's broad back, "Sir, I'm back."

"You still call me Mr., huh?" Lin Junchuo laughed at him.

Lin Muting was a little ashamed, and lightly bumped the man's back with his face, "Don't call me sir!"

"Actually, you can call me sir." The man put the potatoes into the glass bowl, and teased the young man who was holding him with a smirk. "Chinese wives seem to call their husbands sir."

Lin Muting was very annoyed, his fair face was stained with a thin blush, "Sir!"

He originally wanted to push the man hard, but thinking of the man still holding a knife in his hand, he was a little worried that the man would cut him, so he could only express his dissatisfaction in tone.

Of course, this sir, with a strong hint of coquettishness, naturally has no deterrent effect.

Lin Junchuo had already cut the potato shreds, turned around and took the boy into his arms, and said with a smile, "You want to eat for nothing without washing the vegetables? Well, if you can give me a satisfactory compensation, I will promise to let you Freeload."

Of course Lin Muting knew that the man was making fun of him.

He has been in Zurich for so long, and at the beginning he knew nothing, and men taught him one by one. He also made a lot of jokes about eating winter melon without peeling it, and confusing MSG with salt.

After the man came to Switzerland, there was only the man and him in this big house, and there was an hourly worker to clean up the room.

The man is so busy, but he is willing to cook for him because he is not used to the food in Zurich.

The energy-saving lamps in the room emitted white light. From Lin Muting's perspective, the man's deep facial features seemed to be dyed with a layer of light, and the color of his eyes turned dark green.Although he was wearing an apron, he was not in a suit and leather shoes, nor was he as cold and domineering as usual. In Lin Muting's eyes, he felt that this was the most charming time for a man.

The man's gaze fell on his head, Lin Muting raised his eyes, a surge of courage surged in his heart, he stood on tiptoe, and kissed the man's face lightly, then kissed him softly. He ran upstairs.

Lin Junchuo stood where he was, looking at the back of the boy running away, touched the place where the boy kissed lightly with his hand, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the purple French rose on the dining table, "Little Badass."