After Qin Anan selected the tea, he asked: "Shi Ting, do you know what language this is? It seems Italian."

"You guessed it, this is Italian."

Seeing how determined his tone was, Qin Anan asked, "Do you know Italian?"

"I learned a little before. But I haven't been exposed to it for so many years that I have almost forgotten it." Fu Shiting put the dessert menu in front of Xiaohan and let him choose.

"Why do you want to learn Italian? Aren't you studying architecture?" This was the first time Qin Anan knew that he knew Italian.

She had seen his bookshelf. There were many original foreign classic books on his bookshelf.

But she felt that he bought those books just for collection or to show off, and it did not mean that he understood the languages ​​of those countries.

"I originally liked an Italian architect, so I bought her book. Because I didn't want to read the translation, I had to learn Italian by myself," Fu Shiting replied.

Xiaohan was obviously looking at the menu, but when Fu Shiting started talking, Xiaohan couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"As long as it is a translation published by a regular publishing house, there will generally not be much difference from the original version. If you study a foreign language specifically for a book, I think you are more passionate about Italian, right?" Qin Anan guessed.

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Fu Shiting's face flushed with embarrassment: "I think it's very romantic to express love in Italian."

Qin Anan: "???"

Xiaohan looked at him in surprise.

"How come I haven't seen you speak Italian to me? Who did you confess your love to in Italian?" Qin Anan saw that his face was so nervous that he turned red, and was not going to let him go just like that.

Although it is an old story from the past, telling it now can relieve boredom and deepen our understanding of him.

"I just had that idea, and I never confessed it to anyone." Fu Shiting saw his son staring at him from the corner of his eye, so he explained seriously and rigorously, "You can understand that although I have never been in love before, in my mind

I have imagined an ideal love."

This statement was recognized by Qin Anan.

"Then try confessing your love to me in Italian now." She looked at him expectantly.

A white light flashed in Fu Shiting's mind.

This... is so embarrassing!

He hasn't spoken Italian for a long time and is already very unfamiliar.

Although he might say a few simple words, if he was asked to say love words to her in front of his son, he would not be able to say it anyway.

"I'm so embarrassed in front of my son." He looked at her with pleading eyes.

Qin Anan looked calm: "My son doesn't understand Italian." As she said that, she looked at her son and asked, "Xiaohan, you don't understand, right? I remember you didn't learn this."

Xiaohan nodded.

"Look, my son doesn't understand. You don't have to feel embarrassed if you say any disgusting words." Qin Anan continued in an encouraging tone, "Just say it! I'm ready."

...

Xiaohan randomly selected a few desserts on the menu and handed the menu to the waiter.

After the waiter left, Xiaohan took out his mobile phone and pretended to play with it.

This atmosphere is really weird.

Mom and dad were having a sweet date, and he was there as a light bulb.

Fu Shiting took a deep breath, worked up his emotions, and then spoke love words to Qin An'an.

Along with the melodious and romantic Italian love songs, he spoke a lot of Italian to Qin Anan.

After he finished speaking, Qin Anan nodded with satisfaction.

"An'an, I haven't practiced for a long time, so my grammar may not be that standard..." he said shyly.

Qin Ananyun said calmly and indifferently: "It's okay. I don't understand it at all."


Chapter completed!