Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 91 The most reliable part-time tour guide

We have never lacked voices of international support.

From the hard struggle before the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present after the founding of the People's Republic of China, friendly people from various countries in the world have either donated materials or technology, or directly moved here to settle down.

Some are for love, some for mystery, some for dreams.

As expected, Wei Ping'an was in charge of receiving those big American boys who had "meet each other" in the department store.

Think about it too.

If a worker in a steel rolling mill like Wei Pingan hadn't had contact with people, there would be no possibility of being called by a foreigner to accompany him.

Under normal circumstances, these foreign friends are accompanied by personnel arranged by the Foreign Affairs Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Wei Pingan went to the designated place to report the next day.

It is not easy to be a foreigner's translator. You need to fill in a form and review, and the process is very cumbersome and complicated.

What impressed me the most was a small room with a green dado. Two officers sat on one side, Wei Pingan sat on the other, and the officer on the right was probably used to it.

Subconsciously, he patted the table: "Be honest..."

The other guy and Wei Ping'an had a quarrel with black lines all over his face.

This looks like a cameo, it's too obvious.

After working for most of the morning, I finally finished the whole process before lunch.

At noon, I met this tourist team with a hungry stomach.

There were seven people in a group, two men in Chinese tunic suits, with four pockets on their jackets and the one with a pen in the upper left pocket.

A woman, well, a girl.

The eyes are vivid, and the outline of the face should be a dimpled one, but at this moment, his complexion is not very good-looking.

These three people are the accompanying personnel of the small team of the Beijing Foreign Affairs Office.

The rest are four foreign youths.

Well, looking at it... I guess it should be a young man.

Three of them are acquaintances.

The impulsive Ferdinand, Dominique and Elliott of Tulane.

Some people have already returned after the National Day Celebration, and these few want to go shopping again. According to the introduction from the officer of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, these few are journalists, and they stayed here to collect some report materials.

Therefore, the requirement of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is also very direct, to introduce positive and glamorous ones, and cover up some themes that damage the glorious image and happy life.

"Hi guys, long time no see."

Wei Pingan greeted with a smile and waved his hands.

It was like seeing an old friend.

Young people from free countries love to eat this set.

One sentence shows an eclectic way of speaking, which makes them feel more intimate.

That warm feeling is back.

"Hi, my name is Benson. Nice to meet you. I always hear Ferdinand say that your English is very good, but I think you are ten times better than what he said."

"Thank you for your compliment. I'm Wei Ping'an, you can call me Felix."

"Felix, is that your English name?"

Ferdinand was very happy, put his arm on Wei Ping'an's shoulder, and asked like an old friend.

"That's right, Ferdinand, last minute I didn't have an English name, and now Felix is ​​my English name."

"Haha, then we are the witnesses of your name, this is so lucky, let's celebrate, eat delicious food..."

Well, no surprises, the one who spoke must be Dominique who is more evasive.

Compared with Elliott, who prefers to study the usage of Gewu, Dominic has been completely captured by the "food" in the capital.

This is also the reason why he has been clamoring to stay and stay for a while.

"Felix means lucky in Latin. I think I am lucky to meet you again."

"Oh oh oh, we are also lucky, Felix, I like you."

Benson opened his arms exaggeratedly and gave Wei Pingan a big hug.

Hmm, it smells like Maozi from the southern hemisphere.

"Hey, Felix, now that you are our guide, take us to lunch first, we're going to be hungry."

The last half of the sentence was spoken in the crappy Big Tongue version of Chinese.

As a top student who graduated from Tulane University, Dominique seems to have a good language talent.

From the meeting to the warm hug, and then to preparing to eat, the total conversation only took three to five minutes.

However, this kind of social and verbal communication with ease has stunned the two officers of the Foreign Affairs Office and Ye Wenxiu, the ex-translator and tour guide who was not angry.

Ye Wenxiu has experience in studying abroad.

After returning to China, the daughter joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs from her mother's job, and later transferred to the Beijing Foreign Affairs Office, responsible for receiving foreign friends.

His ability is reflected in his proficiency in English and Russian, and the use of foreign languages ​​to introduce the scenic spots of the capital to foreign friends.

Before the National Day celebrations, Ye Wenxiu was in charge of the reception of friends from international friends Anna.

Anna is the American reporter who came to visit six times, and settled in Beijing this spring, and is now a Chinese citizen.

The day before yesterday, I was called to have a conversation, and I actually questioned my ability to work, and wondered if I expressed something that was not conducive to friendship and harmony...

This is unbearable.

Ye Wenxiu has always been arrogant.

I can't stand this kind of anger.

Therefore, even if she was replaced, she forcibly won the opportunity, and even if she was asked to "wear only ears but not a mouth", she followed without hesitation.

I just want to see the most suitable candidates from this group of foreigners.

I saw Wei Ping'an today, and felt that apart from looking energetic, he didn't have any superpowers.

Wei Pingan specially changed his clothes for this international work meeting.

The dark blue denim trousers were specially adjusted by Mrs. Zhang, and the upper body was a white denim shirt.

On the feet are a pair of single-layer black leather shoes.

If worn in a rolling mill, it is definitely nondescript.

But standing in the foreign crowd, it seems quite harmonious and integrated.

In fact, [-]% of Wei Pingan's outfits are jeans and white shirts.

But when Wei Pingan started "talking" with a few foreigners, Ye Wenxiu's eyes were wide open.

It was a real eye-opener.

I have never heard a Chinese speak a foreign language so smoothly and smoothly.

It's like a young man who grew up in a foreign country and accidentally came to China to make a fuss.

"Have you ever eaten fried noodles?"

Several foreigners shook their heads violently.

Wei Pingan looked at the three people on his side.

"Comrade Wei Ping'an, we are also responsible for the safety of these foreign friends."

The implication is that you can't eat unclean things on the side of the road. If you eat something bad, whose fault is it?

"Guys, I'll take you to eat the authentic fried noodles in the old capital city. You know, if you haven't eaten the fried noodles in the old capital city, you don't have been to Sijiu City..."

With a wave of his hand, the four young foreign youths ran away with Wei Pingan, howling.

The reception staff of the remaining three foreign affairs offices looked at each other in blank dismay.

They looked at each other, then quickly followed.

Of these three people, except for Ye Wenxiu, the foreign language skills of the other two were limited to greetings.

The conversation between Wei Ping'an and Ferdinand was completely incomprehensible.

Even Ye Wenxiu only understood [-]% to [-]% of it after listening and guessing.

Bring a group of foreign native hats to eat noodles with old capital sauce, where should you go?
Wei Ping'an preferred Xincheng Zhajiang Noodles, and went straight to Dashilan.

The officer of the Foreign Affairs Office chased after him out of breath: "Comrade Wei, we, we have a car..."

"Comrade, what's your name?"

"My surname is Chen, and I'm a member of an army. This is Officer Liu Zhiyong, and our foreign affairs office... guide, Comrade Ye Wenxiu."

If it was 10 minutes ago, the two officers of the foreign affairs office were still stingy in introducing themselves, but when Comrade Wei put on his posture, his mouth was as bald as a bald, and he gave those foreign thorns a few words in a few words. Straighten it out clearly.

If you are not convinced in your heart, then you are making up nonsense.

But there is no admiration on the face.

It's just business.

"Oh, Comrade Chen, can we provide some bicycles?"

"Bicycle? This..."

Chen Jun and Liu Zhiyong looked at each other in embarrassment.

"Comrade Wei, this is not appropriate, is it?"

"Do as the Romans do, there's nothing inappropriate. When I came here, I rode one. There are four of them, just give them two. If you come by bike, give them a share..."

It wasn't Wei Ping'an's deliberate calculation, but the final result was that Ye Wenxiu got on Wei Ping's bicycle.

He prepared a soft backseat cushion for his wife, and Ye Wenxiu jumped up and stained it with a single kick.

Cushion: woo woo woo woo...

Have you ever seen a group of foreigners yelling and riding bicycles through the streets and alleys in the alleys of the capital?

Just like the children of the big courtyard in the new era, it's nothing more than not wearing generals.

Well, this day is not suitable either.

White hair and yellow hair fluttered in the wind, these foreign youths seemed to let themselves go, especially happy and active.

Everyone's driving skills are not bad, because Benson was riding too fast and the chain fell off, he didn't wait for Liu Zhiyong to get off the bike and ran over, he squatted on the ground and got on the chain himself, then flicked his thigh, and rode forward to chase after him.

"Old Chen, these guys are really those foreign VIPs who were very picky and difficult to deal with a few days ago? They won't be dropped?"

"Do you think foreigners don't understand bicycles? They have to deliver newspapers and milk to earn pocket money when they are very young. Let alone a chain on a bicycle, if they have tools, they can assemble and modify it by themselves... Well, I I saw it in foreign newspapers and magazines..."

Wei Pingan felt a little regretful when he said the words.

This is not the era of the knowledge explosion. Most people in China think that foreign countries have sweet water and delicious food, and their lives are heaven and earth.

I don't know that the hardships abroad are not much better than those at home.

Not to mention the central and western US, the economy is far behind the east...

It is equivalent to people from the Northwest running to the capital of Ah San, India.

Apart from the difference in customs, there are actually many differences in social status.

Otherwise, how to share the same frequency, how to communist, how to become friends of the same class.

The rich sympathize with the poor, and even abandon their status to help the poor...that is a very small number.

There is pure class antagonism between the rich and the poor for the most part.

That's why there is that sentence: Power grows out of the barrel of a gun.

The four bicycles, like wild dogs running wild, went straight to the Dashan Lane outside the front door.

Xincheng Zhajiangmian in the alley is a small cafeteria of more than 50 square meters, with black letters on a white background, two lines above and below, and the top line is just two words: State-run.

The line below is: Xincheng Sliced ​​Noodle Restaurant.

This brand will last for more than 60 years and become the iconic restaurant of Dashilan's time-honored Beijing snacks.

Now, it is just an inconspicuous snack bar under the public-private partnership.

Under the command of Wei Pingan, who speaks fluently, communicates equally and casually, the four foreigners sit in a row like babies, waiting to be fed.

"Guys, follow me, pick up the chopsticks, stir..."

Foreigners learn from each other. Although they are not proficient in using chopsticks, they have their own methods. There are those who grasp the style with one hand, some who hold the nunchaku, and some who imitate successfully but are not flexible enough...

For a while, laughter continued, and Chen Jun and Liu Zhiyong, who were rigid and serious, also laughed.

The atmosphere is quite relaxed.

This is what Ferdinand and the others hoped for.

This harmony is what the Foreign Affairs Office is trying to achieve.

"Wow, it's so delicious, hey, guys, don't make trouble, really, this taste, this taste,...it's a miracle!"

Elliott licked the sauce on the chopsticks and screamed instantly.

"The material used in this store is Liubiju's yellow sauce. Liubiju was established in the ninth year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty. If the current timekeeping method is replaced, it is 1530... It has a history of nearly 430 years..."

A series of exclamations came from the mouths of foreign youths, followed by the sound of babbling.

It seems that the charm of more than 420 years can be tasted through the taste buds.

"Don't just eat the sauce, but also eat some noodles. The way of eating fried noodles in the old capital is said to be noodles...well, the ancestor."

Wei Pingan pondered over his words.

He needs to express the meaning clearly in American English, so that Dominic and the others can understand the historical background of this noodle dish.

For those who grew up in a country that lacks history, revealing the background of the age from the details is the most arrogant pretense.

"Ancestor, I know."

Benson listened with great interest and responded positively.

Hmm, I have a bit of a talent for flattery.

"Yes, it means the ancestor."

Wei Pingan began to explain while eating.

"Noodles, originated in the Han Dynasty, have a history of more than 2000 years..."

Shocked by a group of foreign old hats, and then...

chirp chirp...

chirp chirp...

"...At that time, all noodles were collectively referred to as 'cakes', and boiled cakes were called 'soup cakes'. In the early days, they were flakes, and later they gradually became strips...In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the shape of noodles took shape... "

"Comrade Wei, don't tell them anything we're not sure about. If it spreads internationally, it will discredit the country and make a joke."

Liu Zhiyong caught a glimpse of Ye Wenxiu who forcibly followed him thinking she would make a fuss, but she really didn't say a word. There was a faint look in the little girl's eyes that made him uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but interrupt him.

The meaning in it is that Wei Pingan spoke English, and then briefly described the meaning in Chinese. At first, Ye Wenxiu helped to whisper a few words when she sat down. Later, Wei Pingan spoke too quickly, and she became discouraged.

It's not that she can't translate it, but she can't understand it either.

So Wei Pingan simply helped the two ends translate.

Anyway, just sitting and moving a few more words is not a burden.

It is because of this that Liu Zhiyong can understand the meaning and find an excuse to refute.

"It is recorded in "Qi Min Yao Shu" of the Northern Wei Dynasty that "Shui Yinbing" is already very similar to noodles. In Jin Shu's (Soup Bing Fu), it is said that "hanging winter is fiercely cold, and the meeting in the morning... the one who lifts the weapon licks his lips and immediately The waiter swallowed dryly...'Officer Liu, I'm not talking nonsense."

Wei Pingan glanced at Liu Zhiyong and said calmly.

Chen Jun glared at Liu Zhiyong: "You are the only one who talks too much."

Sensing the gazes of the two colleagues, Liu Zhiyong's face became hot, especially the indifference in Ye Wenxiu's eyes, which made him shiver involuntarily.

Isn't it chilling on such a hot day?

Wei Pingan snickered.

　happy holidays everyone
　　
　
(End of this chapter)