Rogers looked at his teacher with a pained expression. She's crazy, and you're crazy too. You definitely did that on purpose.
Qin Fen had done it on purpose. When Big Chef decided to be a bastard, he was less than human. Thinking about it, he understood. This foreign beauty's Chinese wasn't very good. But if it wasn't good, she could use English instead. "My English is actually pretty good. I should be able to understand what you say," Qin Fen added.
"No need. I've studied Chinese for a long time and even studied abroad in Yan-Huang. My level is enough to let me participate in Chinese-language programs. Lots of people say my Chinese is even more standard than that of native Capital City residents!" The female reporter smugly raised her chin. As Time magazine's most hard-hitting foreign correspondent, she had absolute confidence in herself.
Not only was she stunning and in great shape, she was also highly educated and highly intelligent. Qin Fen's words were no different from a slap in the face. Before she came, her boss had told her to interview this legendary man from the East. Chef Qin was hugely popular now, popular throughout Europe, which was why Time magazine had extended an olive branch to him.
They wanted to make her Time magazine Europe's most valuable female reporter.
The two assistants behind her looked strangely at their boss. They had studied Chinese too, and one of them was even of Chinese descent. No matter how they listened, the conversation between the two sounded incredibly awkward.
Rogers looked even more miserable. *Holy shit, it's a specialty, a specialty! If I could, I'd throw a whole bag of detergent at you. Teacher, where's your restraint? Your Chinese is authentic? If you're so authentic, can't you at least pretend