Mo Qingyi had been in the military for three years.
He learned a lot of skills.
Just ten dialects, no big deal.
"I have the red envelopes right here," Duanmu Zhe immediately took all the red envelopes from his chest and handed them to Mo Qingyi.
Mo Qingyi happily accepted the red envelopes and looked up at Mo Zhixuan with a smile before speaking.
"Listen carefully, bro, I'm only going to say this once. The first one is Hakka. In Hakka, 'I love you' is 'ya zhong yi yi.' The second one is Min dialect, 'wa ai li.' In Cantonese, 'ou hou zhong yi nei a!' Wu dialect, 'a la lao huan xi nong e'..."
Because he deliberately made it difficult for Mo Zhixuan, Mo Qingyi spoke very quickly, finishing ten different dialects in just over ten seconds, leaving the others around him with shocked expressions.
Nowadays, speaking a foreign language is no longer surprising.
Being able to speak all the languages left by our ancestors, that is what's truly incredible!