The reason why I chose a small language to whisper with Grevatov was of course that Yarepin didn't want others to understand what he was saying.

Yarepin knows everything and knows everything, but he doesn't know what the taste of home is.

After raising glasses with everyone with a slightly weird toast, Yarepin continued to whisper to Grevatov in Czech, "But the taste of this soup is different from the taste of your home. Why do you say it is the taste of your home?"

Grivatov whispered: "The main thing about home is home rather than taste. Captain, the hotel cannot make this taste. You should relax, just like eating in your dormitory. Now you are too reserved."

Yarepin subconsciously moved the collar of his shirt and whispered: "I don't wear a tie. I don't think I'm serious and formal. Okay, what should I do? This is in Gao's house. I don't want to, uh, I don't want to be doing a task."

Yarepin can eat at home like a normal person, but that's just a look, just a look that can be simulated, but Yarepin doesn't want to do that.

Grivatov whispered: "Eat as you like, really, eating at a high home, you don't need to think too much about it. The taste of home is, that is, that is, sorry, I can't describe it accurately. It is the easiest way for you to eat to have the taste of home, that familiar feeling, familiar taste."

Yarebin whispered, "Stop, the more you explain, the more you become messy, okay, I think I understand what to do, just do that, we are so rude now."

Grevatov muttered in a low voice: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much about understanding..."

In fact, the two of them whispered each other all the time, it really seemed a bit weird. Gao Yang wanted to know what Yarebin and Grivatov were talking about, but unfortunately he really couldn't understand.

The only thing Gao Yang could feel was that Yarepin was really restrained, a little too serious, and a little too formal.

Poor Yarepin, he didn't even know what a real family meal was. Maybe he had tried it at Grevatov's house, but it was obvious that Yarepin did not really understand what the taste of home was in Grevatov's house.

Yarepin put down the spoon, he looked around everyone. After finding that everyone was silent and looking at him, Yarepin suddenly pointed to the vodka on the table and smiled, "Give me a cup of vodka, just a small cup."

Gao Yang picked up a small vodka cup, picked up the wine bottle and poured it into front of Yarepin. After Yarepin hesitated for a while, he suddenly reached out and picked up a pickled cucumber from the plate containing the pickled vegetables, took a big bite of the cucumber, and then drank the vodka in one go.

"Sorry, I really want to drink this. Uh, I'm used to it. Yes, I like it, doesn't the taste of home? Hahahaha."

Seeing Yarebin's somewhat artificial laugh, Gao Yang suddenly felt very bitter. He quickly lowered his head and drank the soup because he was afraid that he would cry.

After taking a sip of the soup, he wiped his mouth casually with his hands, Gao Yang picked up the wine glass and smiled and said, "Everyone, cheers for Yarebin's health."

Everyone drank all the drinks in the cup in one sip.
Chapter completed!