"Just call me Leo. I really want to be a brave pirate with you, but I'm too old and I'm afraid I'm not qualified to be a sailor. Come on, kids, I'm making lunch to see if it's up to you. If you lack a chef on your boat, I can consider it."

With Hong Qi's interruption, the old man and Ma Chao were both relieved. The old man and the young man walked side by side into the house. Hong Tao could only follow behind under the custody of Paul. However, Hong Tao didn't feel neglected. He was taking a camera to take a picture of the big black back. It was also called Paul, which was so interesting.

Compared with the colorful outside the house, the inside of the house is obviously much warmer. The four walls, ceilings and floors are all in the wood color, and most of the furniture is in a similar style. However, the first feeling here is not warm, but age.

Like an old man, you can tell at a glance that he is old, not something old, but the whole thing is old. Just the stove, tableware, and cooking utensils in the kitchen make Hong Tao feel a bit confused in time and space.

That heavy and clumsy oven is actually a product from the 1950s, older than the one in New China. But don’t look old, the food made with these utensils is not inferior at all. Without looking at it, just smelling it makes Hong Tao’s stomach growl.

It’s better to come early than to come by chance. Hong Tao rushed to hurry up and wanted to have lunch. Now he finally got what he wanted. He could do the job of moving his luggage. Now he has a cup of coffee in the living room and the meal will be started soon!

The living room of Marx's house is very large, but the walls are still almost full of them, from photo frames to handicrafts, which are similar to museums. This is not the first time Hong Tao has seen this home style, and many European and American people have this habit at home.

But he always had a problem that he didn't understand. How to clean so many pieces of things hanging on the wall? You can't take them down and wipe them every week. Or they have very little dust in their environment and don't need to clean them frequently?

Judging from the types of items placed on the walls, Old Marx prefers skiing, hunting and fishing, because not only do they hang antlers and hunting rifles, but also skis and a few very old fishing rods. This is also in line with the environment of the town. If you live in this kind of place, you can be suffocated to death if you like shopping malls and nightclubs.

If there is a very pure European who says he wants to treat you to dinner at home, don’t have too many expectations. The grand dinner prepared by their whole family during Christmas is at most a matter of what they think of as traditional Chinese people.

Each person had two small sausages on the plate, a piece of elbow meat, a spoonful of mashed potatoes, a few asparagus and a ball of vegetable leaves, and a soup and bread, jam, cheese, yogurt, and a few fruits.

This is the main dish used by Marx's family to entertain guests from afar. As an adult, Hong Tao has more privileges than his two children and can drink a glass of beer.

In fact, for people like Hong Tao who are not good at eating and do not like to eat, this kind of simple meal with enough calories is more attractive.

Sausage is good. It is a specialty of Munich, called white sausage. It is made of pork. It is cooked in water and then dipped in sauce. Elbow meat is also a specialty dish in Bavaria. It tastes...

Hong Tao really couldn't find too many words to describe the taste of food. In his dictionary, there are only four kinds of evaluations that are unpalatable, average, and good.

Any delicious food that he tastes good. Most of the dishes cooked in restaurants are called "Yuanxuan". Usually, the food that fills the stomach is average. The dishes that lack oil and salt and do not add soy sauce are called unpalatable.

Hong Tao didn't understand the beer brand, it was all German, and the taste should be average. Because it was too bitter, it was not as bitter as dark beer. Its color was very light, and after drinking it, it smashed it, and it also had a faint caramel sweetness. In short, Hong Tao didn't like this taste very much, and it couldn't reach the point where it could not be drunk.

Old Marx was not very talkative, and even if he wanted to communicate more with his grandson, he didn't know how to start. It seemed that Richard's personality was following his father, while Paul had a great difference from his appearance to his temper. The only thing that was the yellow beard on his face.

"Leo, can you take William to see the room where Paul lived when he was a child? It would be better if there were photos?" Compared to Marx, Hong Tao was more likely to fool the children. Ma Chao and Paul had little contact with each other and lacked the necessary father-son understanding. It was just right to make up for it at this time, and by the way, the grandfather and grandson could also say a few more words.

"That's great. I've kept Richard and Paul's room, just like when they were young. Will William and Elian, would you like to go up and take a look with me?" Old Marx was a little stupid, but his brain was very good. He immediately understood the central idea in Hong Tao's suggestion.

Ma Chao and Hong Qi both followed the old man upstairs, so Hong Tao naturally didn't want to sit downstairs alone, so he simply hugged Hong Changqing and went up to take a look.

There are four rooms on the second floor, one of which is the childhood bedroom of the brothers Richard and Paul. The room is indeed still retained from the look of decades ago, and it is cleaned very clean, and even the bedding smells of the sun, just like someone lived in it yesterday.

"I feel sorry for parents in the world..." Hong Tao knew that no matter who insisted on cleaning the two brothers' rooms, he was 100% a vicious and taciturn old Marx. He was not very good at expressing his words, but he could accurately reflect his inner feelings when he was doing practical actions. However, he had to savor his heart and could not understand his nature in a short period of time.

"Your uncle is much more handsome than your father." Hong Qi was still struggling with the scarf just now and could not find an excuse to attack Ma Chao. The photos of the two Paul brothers when they were young became scapegoats.

Although Ma Chao is Hong Qi's young follower, he is not willing to hear others say that his father is frustrated, but he cannot refute it in the face of facts, and the expression on his face is very unhappy.

"Richard should be Ma Chao's uncle, and his uncle is his father's younger brother." Hong Tao did not want to care about the affairs between the children, but he did not want to watch his daughter treat his friends like this.

Let’s just interrupt it with the matter of generations. These two children have been abroad for too long and have shortcomings in their national traditional culture. It is not a bad thing to tell them more.

"Your daughter is very cute..." Old Marx could actually understand Chinese, and he could also speak Chinese. Although it was very stiff, it was indeed Chinese. Hong Tao understood it.

"After William was born, I hired a teacher and usually listened to recordings and watched Chinese movies. I think it's easier to communicate in the child's native language." Seeing Hong Tao's surprised eyes, Old Marx took the initiative to tell why he could speak Chinese, and he was quite embarrassed. This is not humble, but he really didn't say it well, and the last word simply turned into German English again.

"Mr. Leo, I want to make a small request with you. I don't know if it's convenient or not..." An old man in his sixties just wanted to communicate with a grandson who didn't know when he would be back and could stay for a few days. He actually taught himself Chinese in a place without a language environment, which was difficult to learn.

Regardless of whether there is any clear expression or not, Hong Tao believes that he needs to be with his children very much. This kind of love is very deep, and you can't even feel it if you don't even experience it carefully.

Although I have never met this old man, I feel warm at this moment. I should do something for him as much as I can. This is a good person who loves children as much as my grandfather.

"...Paul told me about you specifically. He warned me that it would be best not to listen to your request, at least you must listen carefully and consult a lawyer before you can agree." When Old Marx heard Hong Tao's request, his hair was almost standing up, like an old lion who was threatened.

"..." Hong Tao's heart, which had just become warm, immediately became cold. This damn Paul really called back to warn him. Isn't he that he is so bad? He is afraid that he will spread his name all over the world! If he had known this, he would have snatched Ma Chao's scarf just now!

"But what Richard said was completely opposite to Paul. You and my two sons were friends, and they took William home, so I planned to use Paul's words as a kind joke." Seeing Hong Tao's already twisted face, Old Marx changed his mind and sent Wen Nuan back.
Chapter completed!