"Brother Lin, come on, don't be shy, tonight's on me. Order whatever drinks you like… feel free to choose," Chen Linbing gestured, a light smile hanging on his face.
Only those who have studied French could understand the French on these menus, and French is a language of the nobility. It is only affordable to learn it in certain aristocratic schools. How could someone like Lin Shuang, with no family wealth, possibly know French?
"Brother Lin, you can't be saying you can't understand the French on this menu, are you?" Chen Linbing asked with feigned surprise.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Shuang suddenly grabbed the drink menu and gracefully rattled off French phrases.
Lin Shuang communicated fluently with the foreign waiter in French.
This scene gradually stiffened the smile on Chen Linbing's face.
Lin Shuang spoke French exceedingly fluently as he conversed with the waiter and ordered many expensive famous liquors.
The classmates sitting nearby were dumbfounded.
