Dunia Kangouw Mandarin Novels & Stories

Li Hwang Kuayong. "Are you guys OK?" He asked the children in Mandarin. They both answered yes. The girl just sighed and continued playing with the food on her plate. His face twisted, the older man just motioned him to let it go. He did. Then he turned to the mulatto boy opposite him, "Mars? Are you OK? I made sure there was some food you are used to, so you don't feel homesick or anything." "No. It's OK." The boy answered. He didn't seem interested in the food either.

"Mom, why are you speaking in Mandarin? Uncle won't understand it!" "That's right. Then... before uncle can learn Mandarin, let's speak English together!" Vincent clapped his hands and said, "Great! I'll teach my uncle well and let him learn Mandarin as soon as possible." "My son is amazing!" "Hee hee, hee hee!" The little fellow smiled and struggled to get out of his mother's arms. Then he ran to Howard' and said in a childish voice, "Uncle, I'll teach you Mandarin in the future! My pronunciation is very standard."

"Why don't you go and take a walk to calm yourself down in the meantime. I'll communicate the timeline and price with you via line." Safira nods and releases Kai's sleeve. She bows her head and whispers a 'thank you' before giving him her contact information and leaving Irene and Kai alone again. "Poor girls..." Kai murmurs as he starts scribbling down a timeline. "I... have a few questions..." Irene says, pulling Kai's attention towards her once more. "Shoot." "What are those things you wrote? The uh... ku- ku--" Irene asks, struggling to pronounce the foreign words. Kai laughs and pats Irene's shoulder. "The ghost I might be dealing with is either a kuntilanak, a sundel bolong, or a kuyang

We are not going to his house or the restaurant but where are we going? “Na magasin,” He was smirking. “It translates to the mall. It's Lingala.” He just confused me even more. “Which language is Lingala? I've never heard of it before.” “It's Congolese, sweetheart.” He's Congolese? “I thought you were Zulu. Your brothers speak isiZulu.” Who knew? To walk is to see indeed. I'm not racist. I'm just surprised.

I know they're waiting for me to say something and I'm so fuckin' nervous. "You speak Japanese?" Haru asked Owen. "He speaks twelve languages." Niall said with pride. "Really?" Haru asked as he was amazed. "Japanese, Italian, German, Portuguese, French, Korean , Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish, Thai and Russian. Haru laughed as he was so surprised. "How did you manage to learn twelve languages?" Haru asked. " I had a lot of time in the hospital." Owen replied.

A lot of people greeted Madam Duy along the way though mostly she just replied with a formal nod or a smile and only stopped occasionally to introduce one or two to Vivian. It occurred to Vivian that those people to whom Madam Duy introduced her were people of importance. Most of them could not understand or speak Mandarin, and even if one or two could, they had a very strong local accent which sounded no different from a foreign language to Vivian. Since she could not understand them most of the time, to keep herself in the loop, she resorted to responding to each of them with a grin or changing her expression according to the reaction of the crowd.

the older woman stated in a flat tone as Mj followed her through the kitchen. Mao pushed open a large swinging door and suddenly Mj felt much more in her own element. The room itself was at least a few degrees colder than the rest of the kitchen and Mj blinked a few times noticing the thermal traces seemed to ghost in and out of her immediate view, there were large beef halves hung on hooks lining one wall in a row, in front of that there were several whole pigs hung in rows in front of that and some smaller skinned animals Mj thought might be sheep or goats. “I don't need a babysitter Chef,” the sound of Lou’s agitated voice bounced off the cold

He said. “Alright but don’t take long.” Nuying said. “And take lots of pictures.” She yells before Cai Kang jumped in with Nuying's brand new camera. Looking around, he can see the night sky. It doesn’t look much so far. Immediately Cai Kang turned female. She is in a forest which is unfamiliar to her. She took as many pictures as she could, including herself but it doesn’t look that interesting. Then she heard an angelic sound. Walking closer, she heard what sounds like singing but the strange thing is that she has no idea what she is singing. It seems Cai Kang is not in Japan anymore. It seems chinese but it isn’t in any Chinese dialect she has ever heard of. Is she in an ethnic tribe she

The women then went into a fighting stance, ready for the next wave. One of the gang then noticed her tattoo and pointed at it. There was a lot of shouting, Kurt could only make the words out “death” and “fighter”. Whatever they were saying, they were spooked and all ran away. The woman walked over and looked at Kurt before speaking something in Mandarin. Kurt shook his head and said, “Sorry, I don’t speak Mandarin well!” “Well, it is a tricky language to learn. I said are you alright?” The woman said offering her hand.

"Don't speak in the bird language! Use Huaxia language!" Zhou Tian shouted at Songjing Sanlang. Songjing Sanlang shuddered in fear and quickly said, "Okay, Mr. Zhou Tian. I'll talk to him in Huaxia Language." After saying that, Songjing Sanlang turned to him and said, "Dalang, speak to me in the Huaxia language. Mr. Zhou Tian wants to hear me." "What an arrogant Zhou Tian! What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, release Sanlang right now. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer!"