Chapter 708: Chapter 708: Knees Went Weak
When Su Wanyu heard her daughter doubt whether she was from Haicheng, she immediately responded with a few phrases in authentic Haicheng dialect.
Jiang Mianmian, filled with admiration, gave her mom a thumbs up, “Mom, you’re so amazing, a real linguistic genius! You can speak the local dialect so well, without any trace of a Shanghai accent.”
“Of course, did you forget who your mom is? I’m a professional translator fluent in four foreign languages; a couple of local dialects can’t stump me,” Su Wanyu said, feeling even more proud as she believed her daughter was flattering her.
Standing nearby, Jiang Changhai joined in, “Yeah, daughter, you don’t know, your mom mastered our local dialect within less than a month after she arrived in Stone Bridge Village, leaving everyone who was sent down here with her completely astounded.”
After Su Wanyu finished showing off, Jiang Mianmian couldn’t wait to grab her backpack, pull out a thick notebook and a scroll, and then she opened the notebook to take out some photographs.
Looking quite pleased with herself, she handed the photographs to her parents, “Mom and Dad, take a look at my photos.”
Su Wanyu initially didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just some photos taken by her daughter while playing around in the Capital City, so she casually picked them up and glanced at them, only to freeze suddenly.
She even thought something was wrong with her eyes, quickly rubbing them before looking at the photos again more carefully.
Jiang Changhai also leaned forward from the armrest of the sofa to look at the photo in his wife’s hands. When he saw the two people in the photo, his knees weakened, and he nearly fell to the floor in shock.
Oh my God, what was he seeing?!
A photo of his daughter with the Prime Minister? Could that be real? He couldn’t have seen it wrong, could he?
He grabbed Su Wanyu’s hand again to take another careful look, and indeed, it truly was Comrade Prime Minister!
Seeing this, Su Wanyu’s hands started trembling with the photo in hand.
“Daughter, is this a photo of you with the Prime Minister?” Su Wanyu asked in disbelief, looking at Jiang Mianmian. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel⟡fire.net
Even the usually articulate Jiang Changhai stumbled over his words, “Dau-daughter, when you went to the Capital City, did you meet the Pri-Pri-Prime Minister?”
Jiang Mianmian, seeing her parents so shockingly overwhelmed, decided not to tease them further.
Instead, she directly said, “Yes, mom and dad, didn’t I tell you I was working on lithium batteries at home? When I went to the Capital City, through Grandpa Yu, I handed over the lithium batteries to the state. The senior leaders heard about this and said they wanted to meet me.”
“Mom and dad, you have no idea, the top leader is so kind, so approachable, completely down to earth. He even praised me and encouraged me to study for the rise of China. Look, this is the calligraphy Comrade Prime Minister personally wrote for me.” Jiang Mianmian handed over the scroll to them, her face full of pride and triumph.
“Daughter, you’re truly incredible, so promising, to have met the Prime Minister! You really are my dear daughter. Our Old Jiang Family is blessed to have you, like a fortunate spirit rising from our ancestral graves,” Jiang Changhai exclaimed excitedly, hugging and kissing Jiang Mianmian.
He was so proud and proud; his daughter had actually met Comrade Prime Minister, who personally praised her, bringing great honor to the Old Jiang Family.
Su Wanyu carefully placed the photo on the coffee table and also hugged and kissed Jiang Mianmian a few times, joyfully saying, “Ah, Brother Hai, I really regret it. Just think, if we had also gone to the Capital City with our daughter, could we have had the chance to meet the Prime Minister too?”