Seeing the copper hot pot burning with red charcoal, Catherine, who was full of novelty, excitedly used chopsticks as a musical instrument to find the hidden scale.

Most of the mottled potholes on the surface of the hot pot that have become old objects are made up by these curious babies.

"Julian, Catherine, do you know how to use chopsticks?"

Li Bai stopped Catherine's actions, it was rude to play with chopsticks at the dinner table, but the ignorant are not guilty, and he has the obligation to remind the other party so as not to be laughed at on other occasions in the future.

The two looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in unison.

"So, let's start with peanuts, learn my movements, and do it a few more times!"

Li Bai shouted a plate of fried peanuts, and then taught Julian and Catherine to use chopsticks, if you want to eat shabu mutton without chopsticks, you can't do it.

If it was put fifty or sixty years ago, when the mutton was shabu in the public cauldron, the hands were clumsy, the mutton took off the chopsticks, and it was fished away by others in a blink of an eye, and I had to cry to death.

Both of them were in contact with this oriental tableware for the first time, and after tinkering for a long time, Julian looked a little, but Catherine was still clumsy, and almost flew the chopsticks into the pot on the side table, and after repeated attempts failed, she said angrily: "This chopsticks are too primitive, why can't they be as good as knives and forks." ”

"No, no, no, chopsticks are advanced, and in Huaxia, knives and forks have been eliminated very early. ”

Li Bai shook his finger.

"Huaxia has knives and forks?"

Julian and Catherine glanced at each other in unison, and then looked at Li Bai together.

"The origin of knives and forks is China, table knives and rice spoons originated 7,000 years ago, while dinner forks originated 4,000 years ago, and chopsticks appeared in the Shang Dynasty, and the use of knives and forks in the West is only 1,000 years old. ”

If Li Bai hadn't consulted the history of the ancient secret realm of the Nine Creeks and Eighteen Streams in Huxi City, and had read these materials by the way, it would have been difficult to explain clearly.

As for the knives and forks in the West, the total history is more than 1,000 years, and I am afraid that 7,000 years ago I don't know what happened.

"Oh, My-GOD!

Catherine's eyes widened, she solemnly grabbed the chopsticks again, learned Li Bai's gestures, and tried to clip the few slippery peanuts.

Chopsticks are keeping pace with the times, foreign girls don't want to lag behind the times, the gap is so big, and then it will become prehistoric.

Seeing the two foreigners struggling to call for two slender alloy chopsticks, Dean Zhou said angrily: "You still know a lot! Could it be that you have crossed over?"

Oh no, the Dean is still angry!

Li Bai said with a smile: "Occasionally cross over, scatter your heart!"

He didn't dare to hard-top, what if he deducted his bonus, counting on feeding two demon girls!

Today's pot is really wronged, who knows that the power will not die suddenly, the dean has already looked at himself unpleasantly, this is a good yellow mud falling into the crotch of his pants, not is.

"There is also a person named Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, it can't be you, right?

Dean Zhou was obviously unwilling to let this kid go so cheaply, and sincerely amused him, deliberately saying this sentence in English.

"Ah! Li Bai, the poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, I have heard of it! Li Bai wrote a poem to listen to, and it must be in English, otherwise we will not understand it!"

Peanut beans are not clipped, Catherine, this girl is probably a natural master of arching fire, she opens her mouth and names her, it seems that she knows a lot about oriental culture, and she also knows the famous poet fairy.

"Okay, then I'll chant a poem, listen to it, 'The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown'. ”

Li Bai recited this song "Silent Night Thoughts" once in English and Chinese.

Well, author: Li Bai!

The big devil is still so shameless.

The English version looks like this:

So-bright-a-gleam-on-the-foot-of-my-bed.

Could-there-have-been-a-frost-already?

Lifting-myself-to-look，I-found-that-it-as-moonlight.

Sinking-back-again，I-thought-suddenly-of-home.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Catherine, who didn't know how to be unconscious, applauded vigorously, there are Chinese poems in Chinese, English poems in English, the structure and words are completely different, but as an ancient Chinese poem with a long history, the foreign girl still gave very high respect.

"The mood is beautiful!"

Julian had to admit that after the Chinese poems were translated into English, the meaning would change, and the original rhythm would be lost, but the artistic conception still existed, although the original Chinese could not be understood, but the rhythm of the melody seemed to have some kind of strange beauty, just like a sonnet.

"That's the poetry of the ancients, not yours, this Li Bai is not Li Bai, there is no sincerity at all, I don't think you want the year-end bonus. ”

Zhou Zhenren sneered, watching Li Baitian shamelessly take the poems of the Tang Dynasty poets as his own works.

"Who said it was from the ancients, it's obviously mine!"

Li Bai unexpectedly took a bite.

Hey?!

Dean Zhou's eyes widened, this kid can! Dare to seize the poetry of the ancients, isn't he afraid of being laughed at?

But he was not polite, and said: "What about the evidence? Everyone knows that "Silent Night Thoughts" is the work of the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, but it is not you an impostor, although you are also called Li Bai, there are many people with the same name and surname, and there are many people who are called Li Bai in modern times. ”

Dean Zhou was not polite at all, grabbed this little pigtail, chased and beat hard, and blocked the gap where Li Da Devil might break through.

"Yes, yes, "Silent Night Thoughts" was written 1300 years ago. ”

Catherine waved her mobile phone and said that she had verified Dean Zhou's words in an instant online search.

Julian looked at Li Bai in confusion, not knowing why he sold such a big flaw, which was unreasonable.

When the two fought before, they didn't take the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun so stupidly.

"The evidence, very simple, did the Tang Dynasty have beds?"

Li Bai smiled slightly.

The first word of the poem "Silent Night Thoughts" is a flaw.

The bed of the Tang Dynasty? Dean Zhou was slightly stunned, he didn't think of this at all, was there?

He also learned from Catherine to pick up her phone and search for answers.

"There were no beds in the Tang Dynasty!"

After searching for this answer, Catherine looked at Li Bai with a surprised expression.

The closest Hu bed is actually a bench, and the one in the middle of the night is definitely not sitting on a bench, but lying on the bed to sleep, but ...... There were no beds in the Tang Dynasty!

Only the couch!

According to this, it should be the bright moonlight in front of the bed, but in fact it is not!

"Li Bai, it's you!"

Julian's mouth was wide open, and he was terrified.

Could it be that the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai was crossed by later generations?

Awesome!

"Why is there no bed?"

Dean Zhou was also a little shocked.

It's not scientific!

"You see this Li Bai is Li Bai!"

Li Bai stretched out his hands, looking like he was in arrears.

Properly reversing black and white!

Dean Zhou almost crooked his nose in anger, and was fooled by this kid again, and it was seamless, who knows why there was no bed in the Tang Dynasty, isn't this nonsense?

Whether Zhou Zhenren wants to admit it or not, the Tang Dynasty only had a small bench named Hu bed, or a couch synonymous with the modern "bed".

Nima!

After reading this poem, Li Bai accepted it when he saw it, and continued to instruct Julian and Catherine to use chopsticks.

If you can't learn it, this shabu mutton is really troublesome!

After practicing for almost half an hour, the two of them barely had a slight appearance, and they were able to hold a relatively large peanut, but they would fall off if they were a little distracted, and even chopsticks would come out of their hands, but it was enough to clamp the mutton rolls.

When the lamb rolls were blanched in the boiling soup for the first time, and then successfully removed from the pot and placed in the bowl in front of them, Julian and Catherine let out a joyful cheer.

The ever-changing dipping sauce made the two foreigners almost swallow their tongues, and this meal was quite hearty.

Dean Zhou originally thought about this meal and cried Li Bai, but found that his combat effectiveness was not as good as that foreign girl Catherine, so he had to watch in vain as the three young people swept away a plate of beef and mutton.

When Li Bai drove back to the hotel, Catherine and Julian shouted to drive slowly, for fear that they would drive fast, and what they ate would come out of their throats, a rare meal of oriental food, which made them quite enjoyable.

The next day's meeting was where the bigwigs came to the stage one by one to talk about classic cases.

Compared with the whispering case exchanges between Li Bai, Julian and Catherine at the opening meeting yesterday, the content of these cases is more rigorous and complete, from theory to treatment plan to side effects, all aspects are very detailed and thorough, which can be used by peers to understand the treatment ideas of these cases in depth.

Such case exchanges will occupy most of the time of the entire exchange meeting, and many professionals at home and abroad will take the stage to express their opinions.

At the noon buffet, a white-haired, but very neatly groomed white old man stood at the door of the restaurant, and asked in a whisper from time to time.

When someone shook his head and left on his own, the old white man looked a little depressed, and when someone nodded, he was excited and happy again, and handed out a small card at the same time.

"House Samos, how did they get here?"

Holding a plate containing food, Julian, who was sitting at the same table as Li Bai, saw the old man at the door of the restaurant.

"The Cursed Family? Haven't given up yet?"

Catherine gave a curious look, then withdrew her gaze.

"What are you talking about?"

As if showing his superiority, Li Bai used chopsticks to hold the medium-rare steak, and the thick steak was poured with black pepper sauce, so that it was enjoyable to eat.

"The curse of the Samos family, like hemophilia, is a genetic disease that has been passed down for more than 500 years, but it is manifested in the spirit, it is a nightmare, it is difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality, and I have found many hospitals, including our New York Presbyterian Hospital, but ......"

Catherine shrugged her shoulders and continued, "There is no solution! The experts diagnosed that it was caused by a genetic defect, which is difficult to treat. ”

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