"Foreign language?"
His mother looked at him with some confusion, not understanding what learning a skill had to do with speaking a foreign language to her. But then, she thought of her son's peculiar abilities and decided not to ask any more questions.
As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his mother. Ms. Pei Lingsu considered her son's level of foreign language proficiency and thoughtfully lowered the difficulty.
"How are you?"
Zhang Xiaoman was startled and subconsciously replied:
"I am fine, thank..."
He was halfway through when he suddenly came to his senses and quickly said, "No, mom, you think so little of me? That's way too simple... Say something more complex, preferably something I can't understand."
His mother thought for a moment and said:
"i't no that...@#!%￥...%&!#..."
("It's not that I think little of you; it's just that if I speak even a bit more complexly, you definitely wouldn't understand.")
