Zhou Shijie looked at Yuan Zhou with a smile and said, "Little Yuan, your French is good. I wanted to ask you about that yesterday."
Zhou Shijie was speaking French impressively this time, which made Yuan Zhou slightly perturbed.
"What the hell is 'Your French is good'? I don't even speak English. For foreign languages, I speak either Mandarin or the regional dialect." Yuan Zhou maintained his composure on the face, but couldn't help ridiculing inwardly.
However, he started to observe the surroundings around earnestly without a trace.
"What the f*ck! They seem to be talking in French. Wait, the names of dishes are also in French. Why can I understand that?" Yuan Zhou revealed a suspicious look.
"Am I a born genius of French and understood this language ever since I was born?" Yuan Zhou couldn't help guessing.
Yuan Zhou prepared to answer Zhouo Shijie's question in French confidently.
