Chapter 74 Ogami’s language talent

There are actually glutinous rice crackers in the kitchen... Is she cooking?

But where do the ingredients come from?

Chen Yan realized that the ingredients might have been brought back by Ogami - has that guy finally come back?

Where did he, a ninja from Sakura Country who didn't have a piece of steel in his body, "bought" the food!

Chen Yan endured his hunger, forced himself to cheer up, and tried to behave as naturally as possible: "It's me, are you cooking?"

As he spoke, he stepped into the kitchen.

The kitchen in the apartment at 33 Walker Street is old, the bricks in the fireplace have been blackened by smoke, and the stove...

The place we call the stove was originally a clay oven used for baking bread. After the previous landlord renovated it, the clay oven was dismantled and turned into a stove used as a chopping board.

Imperial people do not have a concept like "stir-fry" in Asian culture. Most of them are accustomed to eating toasted bread, various sauces and vegetables - compared to the poor families in the lower city, this is simply a godsend.

Delicious.

And now, Nuomiguo is standing on a small stool brought from the living room, wearing a large gray apron left by the previous landlord, busy in front of the stove.

"The food will be ready soon!"

The kitchen was lit by a candle I didn't know where, and with the moonlight shining in from the window, the view was not dim.

After Chen Yan entered the kitchen with a kerosene lantern, his view became better.

"What are you doing?"

With better lighting, Chen Yan saw a cut cod on the stove.

Cod...

Chen Yan swallowed hard.

This is a rare thing.

The meat of cod is delicious, and the most important thing is that it has no spines, and even after being cooked, the meat can remain delicate...

Chen Yan once had it on the ferry to the Empire, and he still remembers the deliciousness of cod to this day.

But Nuomiguo obviously didn't cook the cod - even if she wanted to, there was no briquettes in the apartment to light the pot.

The cod was cut into regular rectangular fillets and neatly arranged on a wooden, clean cutting board.

"The empire's resources are much richer than those in our hometown."

Nuomi Guo had obviously never handled something like cod. Her movements seemed a bit clumsy and her hands seemed to be injured.

Fortunately, it was just a broken skin and no bleeding.

Chen Yan listened to her words and asked thoughtfully:

"Didn't Nuomiguo eat something like this when he was in his hometown?"

Nuomiguo shook his head and spoke in low and soft words:

"No, there is very little food in my hometown, and it is not easy to have a full stomach."

Chen Yan scratched his head.

For ordinary people, life is not easy anywhere.

He then asked:

"What does Nuomi Guo like to eat?"

Nuomiguo raised his head, thought about it seriously, and said a name in a happy tone.

"persimmon."

Chen Yan was stunned.

"Persimmon... persimmon?"

Nuomi Guo lowered his head, a look of reminiscence appeared between his brows.

Chen Yan couldn't see her expression and thought it was not a good memory, so he immediately shut his mouth and stopped asking any more questions.

Soon, "dong dong..." footsteps sounded from upstairs.

Chen Yan could hear the footsteps that were not fast and messy, like the footsteps of a very sleepy person going downstairs.

A moment later, Ogami's figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

The two scary samurai swords were no longer on his back, he had two huge dark circles under his eyes, he looked tired, and he walked unsteadily.

"Ah, it's the landlord, you're back."

Ogami came to Chen Yan's side, bent down and bowed slightly.

Chen Yan was stunned when he heard him speak.

Doesn’t Ogami only know the language of Sakura people?

How come it’s only been two days and you’re already saying hello in the language of Chen Yan’s ethnic group?

Nuomiguo answered his doubts.

"Lord Landlady, Ogami has a special talent for languages."

Chen Yan thought to himself: This is too special... It makes no sense at all... If you just say that he is an extraordinary person with language talent, maybe it will be more acceptable to me...

Ogami clearly saw that Chen Yan didn't believe it, so he actually used the usual joking tone of the Imperial people and made a classic Imperial joke:

"Lord Landlord, when I came back today, I heard actors imitating the sounds of birds and animals coming from a theater.

There’s no one better at ventriloquism than an opera actor, right?”

this!

This is a classic Imperial joke - a pun:

It not only shows that the actors are good at ventriloquism, but also shows that the actors are good at "ventriloquism"!

Shocked!

He really understands!

Chen Yan couldn't accept it for a while.

It took him half a year to barely learn Imperial Language.

In some special contexts, he still couldn't understand what the imperial people meant.

And Ogami, this seemingly rude ninja, a dull middle-aged man who couldn't even speak the language of the Chen Yan tribe two days ago, in just two days, not only mastered the imperial language, but also became proficient in speaking.

An empire joke!

Chen Yan had nothing to say.

In order to divert the embarrassment, he could only follow the etiquette of the people of Yingguo, follow Ogami's example, bend down, and say politely:

"How was your day?"

Ogami sighed, with a hint of complaint in his tone:

"It's too bad. Your landlord and the Imperial people don't seem to like to reason. They always like to conflict with others."

Chen Yan understands this deeply.

He nodded with deep understanding:

"It's like this. It feels completely different from that of Asians. Most of their characters are more...selfish."

Ogami looked uncomfortable:

"Yes, they are not only egotistical, but also unimaginably arrogant! They insist on conflict over things that are clearly negotiable!"

Chen Yan thought of his experience today and sighed:

"Who says it's not the case? Whenever they have the slightest chance to show off their force, they would rather put their gun to your head just to let you know how powerful they are."

Ogami looked very angry:

"I have been outside for the past two days and I have encountered such a group of Imperial people. They are unreasonable and point guns at people if they disagree with me. How can this be a reasonable attitude?"

Hearing what he said, Chen Yan suddenly remembered that on the first night when Ogami came to No. 33 Walker Street, he killed two police officers because the police officers pointed their guns at him.

He wouldn't...kill someone again?!

Chen Yan said tentatively: "Oh, we can't kill them all. There are so many people in the empire, when will they be finished?"

After hearing this, Ogami had complicated eyes and sighed.

"Lord Landlord."

His tone became very long.

"This world may be different from what you imagine."

As soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by Nuomiguo.

“The sushi is ready!”

The glutinous rice fruit was holding a chopping board and placed it on the dining table next to the kitchen - the empire's kitchen and dining table were in the same room.

Ogami knew that Nuomiguo didn't want him to continue talking, so he sighed and summarized what he just said:

"In short, with me here, you don't have to worry about the safety of your house!"

Chen Yan only smiled.

He mentally responded to Ogami's words:

Believe me, I know exactly what the "different world" you refer to is like.
Chapter completed!