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Chapter 2653 The taste of home

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    Gao Yang stood at the door of the house holding Yelena's arm. Natalia also took off her apron and stood beside Gao Yang and Yelena.

    Seeing the Rolls-Royce stop at the gate, Gao Yang quickly stepped forward and opened the door. Then he smiled at Yarebin and said, "Welcome to Humble House, my teacher."

    Yarebin first stretched out his crutch and refused Gao Yang's help. After getting out of the car alone, he looked at Gao Yang's house, then made a face at Gao Yang and said with a smile: "I thought you would live in a house."  Where is the palace?"

    Gao Yang smiled and said: "In a few years, maybe I will really live in a palace, but not yet. Teacher, let me introduce to you. You have already met my fianc¨¦e. This is Natalia.  Grolev¡¯s wife, Yelena¡¯s mother, and of course my mother-in-law, soon-to-be mother-in-law.¡±

    Yarebin stretched out his hand towards Natalia, nodded slightly and said: "Nice to meet you, madam."

    Natalia shook hands with Yarebin and said with an elegant smile: "Nice to meet you, Yarebin. We have stewed red cabbage soup and beef at home. Gao said you like to eat beef stew.  , authentic Russian flavor.¡±

    Gao Yang immediately said: "I assure you that my mother-in-law is not bragging."

    After laughing, Gao Yang pointed to Grevatov and said: "This is Grevatov. It's a pity that many people can't come with us today, but we treat this place as our own home. Please come in, let's go in."  Talk slowly."

    Gao Yang welcomed everyone into his home and went directly into the restaurant. Because Yarebin had gone sightseeing after getting off the plane, it was already late for dinner.

    Everyone sat down one after another, but Joseph stayed directly in the living room and stood at the door. Gao Yang said impatiently: "Joseph, come and eat together. There are no outsiders here. Sit down."

    After calling Joseph, Gao Yang turned to Yalebin and smiled: "Try it, I hope you like it."

    Beetroot soup, giblets, pickled cucumbers, and beef stew. The food was actually very simple, just a few common Russian home-cooked dishes. These were placed in front of Yarebin one after another.

    Yalebin smiled unnaturally and said, "I'm really hungry, so you're welcome, everyone, please."

    When eating, Gao Yang always felt that Yarebin was a little reserved, because Yarebin ate a homely meal, but every move he made was elegant and polite, making it look like he was attending a state banquet rather than a simple meal at home.  of.

    Grevatov raised the wine glass and smiled at Natalia: "It tastes very good, it's that familiar taste, the taste of home. Thank you, madam."

    Natalia smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

    Yarebin sat next to Grivatov. After Grivatov and Natalia raised their glasses and drank the wine together, Yarebin hesitated again and again, and finally turned slightly sideways and whispered in Czech: "  Is this what home feels like?¡±

    Grevatov felt a little sour in his heart. He also whispered in Czech: "Yes, it smells like home. Captain, you are a little too formal."

    Yarebin nodded, then he raised his glass with a smile and said: "Ah, how delicious, how warm, and the taste of respecting the family."

    Czech is a West Slavic branch of the Slavic language family. It is the language that is most different from Russian in the Slavic language family. Basically, people who can understand Russian cannot understand Czech.

    The reason why he chose a small language to whisper to Grevatov was, of course, that Yarebin didn¡¯t want others to understand what he was saying.

    Yalebin knows everything and knows everything, but he doesn¡¯t know what the taste of home is.

    After toasting with everyone with a slightly weird toast, Yarebin continued to whisper to Grevatov in Czech: "But the taste of this soup is different from the taste at home, why do you  Do you think this is the smell of home?"

    Grivatov said softly: "The taste of home is about home, not the taste. Captain, a hotel cannot make this kind of taste. You should relax, just like eating in your own dormitory. You are too rigid now."  .¡±

    Yarebin subconsciously moved the collar of his shirt and whispered: "I'm not wearing a tie. I don't think I'm very serious and formal. Okay, what should I do? This is at Gao's house. I don't want to  , well, I don¡¯t want to act like I¡¯m on a mission.¡±

    Yarebin can eat at home like a normal person, but that is just an image, just a simulated image, but Yarebin doesn¡¯t want to do that.

    Grivatov whispered: "You can eat as you please. Really, eating at Gao's house is??You need to think too much. The taste of home is, just, just, sorry, I can't describe it accurately. It means that the most relaxing way to eat has the taste of home, that familiar feeling and familiar taste.  "

    Yarebin whispered: "Stop, the more you explain, the more confused you become. Okay, I think I understand what to do. That's it. Now we are too rude."

    Grevatov muttered in a low voice: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much about understanding"

    In fact, the whispers between the two people all the time seemed a bit weird. Gao Yang wanted to know what Yarebin and Grivatov were talking about, but unfortunately he really couldn't understand.

    The only thing Gao Yang could feel was that Yalebin was really reserved, a little too serious, and a little too formal.

    Poor Yarebin, he doesn¡¯t even know what a real family dinner is. Maybe he tried it at the Grivatov family, but it is obvious that Yarebin failed to live in the Grivatov family for a short time.  Within this time, you can truly understand what home feels like.

    Yarebin put down his spoon and looked around at everyone. After finding that everyone was silent and looking at him, Yarebin suddenly pointed to the vodka on the table and said with a smile: "Give me a glass of vodka."  , just a small cup.¡±

    Gao Yang picked up a small vodka glass, picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass and put it in front of Yarebin. After Yarebin hesitated again, he suddenly reached out and picked up a pickled cucumber from the plate of pickles.  , took a big bite of cucumber, and then drank the vodka in one gulp.

    "Sorry everyone, I really want to have a drink like this, uh, I'm used to this, yes I like this, it tastes like home, doesn't it? Haha, haha."

    Looking at Yalebin¡¯s somewhat artificial laughter, Gao Yang suddenly felt very bitter in his heart. He quickly lowered his head and took a sip of soup because he was afraid that he would shed tears.

    After taking a sip of the soup, he wiped his mouth casually with his hand, raised the wine glass high and said with a smile: "Everyone, cheers to the health of Yalebin."

    Everyone drank the drinks in their glasses in one gulp.

    Yarebin picked up the wine glass again, his face glowing red, and he said happily: "I am very happy. I am very happy to be a guest at Gao's home. Everyone, I wish Gao and his family happiness, cheers!" (Note:  Please visit our website: www.hlnovel.com
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