From this, it was apparent that he had put in so much effort before and remembered everything so firmly that, after eight years had passed, merely by hearing his own pronunciation, he was able to identify his mistakes.
Su Wanyu thought of this, and her heart was filled with admiration for him.
She, who knew four foreign languages, felt like a minor wizard in the presence of a grand one beside him.
The other person was the real high-end professional translation talent!
"Exactly, Uncle Fang, you are a super genius!" Jiang Mianmian was nearly turning into a little fan girl.
Even though Uncle Fang had squandered eight years on the farm, his grasp of the professional knowledge had not faded at all, which showed that throughout those years on the farm he had never ceased to learn.
Such perseverance and relentless determination, the spirit to create learning opportunities under any conditions, was truly the realm of a top student!
As a translator herself, Su Wanyu immediately idolized Fang Zhiyuan upon knowing his abilities, and eagerly asked, "Zhiyuan, what languages do you speak?"
"I speak English, German, Japanese..." Fang Zhiyuan listed them one by one.
Both being language students, they found a lot in common in this area, and Fang Zhiyuan even shared some study methods and tricks with Su Wanyu.
Jiang Mianmian, seeing them so engrossed in their conversation, also took out her own materials and started studying solar technology with focus.
When Jiang Changhai came home from work in the evening and found out that Fang Zhiyuan knew so many languages, he too was surprised and admiring.
Ever since Su Wanyu found out that Fang Zhiyuan knew so many languages, she would go straight to him whenever she encountered an unfamiliar word during her language studies.
Fang Zhiyuan would then explain to her the usage and context of these words; under his guidance, Su Wanyu’s learning pace increased substantially.
With such a dedicated ’home tutor,’ she no longer needed to bother Jiang Mianmian, who was focused on her studies—the mother and daughter both had an easier time.
A few days later, Jiang Changhai also started his holiday.
That evening after dinner, Jiang Changhai and Su Wanyu were lying in bed, discussing preparations for the New Year celebration. Latest content publıshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Jiang Changhai, "Wife, since Zhiyuan and Buddy Yu are spending New Year’s with us at our home, let’s not go back to our ancestral home. I’m thinking of going back tomorrow to talk to Mom and Dad, asking them to come to town for New Year’s. After all, we have plenty of empty rooms. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll have Zhiwen and Zhiwu sleep on the floor. We can squeeze in; everyone will fit for sure. Let’s all celebrate New Year’s in town, it will be lively."
"Alright, Brother Hai, I’ll do as you say. You go talk to Mom about it tomorrow, and I’ll get the guest rooms ready. They can move in right away when they arrive," Su Wanyu agreed.
"Okay, that’s settled then." The couple decided on their plans and then rested.
Early the next morning, Jiang Changhai cycled back to Stone Bridge Village.
Zhang Guihua, seeing her eldest son who she had not seen for more than ten days, was overjoyed.
"Eldest is back! Has your factory started the holiday? Why didn’t your wife and Mianmian come back with you?" The moment Jiang Changhai entered the yard, Zhang Guihua bombarded him with questions.
Last year at this time, their whole family had come back to celebrate the New Year. Why was he the only one back this year?
"Mom, I have something to discuss with you and Dad. Let’s go inside and talk," Jiang Changhai, although wearing a hat and gloves, was quite frozen after riding all the way back.
He warmed his hands with his breath while ushering the old lady into the house.
"Eldest is back? Mianmian didn’t come with you?" Jiang Dashan, seeing his eldest son, also asked about his granddaughter.