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Chapter 9 Luca's Food Philosophy: Eat when you are in a bad mood! (1)
Gan Tiantian continued to look for a house, but no landlord was willing to accept her.

A week later, she went to the secretariat to get an envelope with her name written on it, and a palm-sized blue hard cover test score record book.

She couldn't help being curious at the door of the secretariat, and opened the envelope to look, only to find that inside were her student ID card, registration certificate, and a piece of paper with her student number, student account number and password printed on it.

The student ID card has the same background color as the test record book, with her photo and basic information on it, as well as the school's complicated and domineering school badge.

Gan Tiantian took the full tuition fee payment slip she received at the same time, went to the nearest bank called Unicredit near the college, and paid the tuition fee by swiping her card.

Now, she finally officially became an international student.

Gan Tiantian went home, found the school's official website online, and downloaded the clinical medicine schedule for the first semester of the 2014-2015 school year. She counted expectantly with her fingers: four days later, her first class will be held.

With such excitement, Gan Tiantian stepped into the classroom of the medical school at 08:30 on Monday morning four days later.

The first course she needs to make up is "Biology and Genetics", which is available on the first day of school. The schedule is in Italian. She specially uses Google Translate to translate all the titles of the course into Chinese.

She decided to pay attention, since she had to stay in clinical medicine for at least one full year, it would be a year if she didn't study, and a year would be a year if she studied, why didn't she study hard.Even if some knowledge may not be useful to her in the future, there is always nothing wrong with gaining insight.

"Hey! Hurry up every day! Why are you?"

Gan Tiantian raised her head when she heard the sound, and greeted Giotto with a smile: "Congratulations on your successful admission to clinical medicine."

"You're not applying for a master's degree in forensic medicine?" Giotto walked around the first row of seats and sat beside her, asking in surprise, "Did you go to the wrong classroom?"

Gan Tiantian paused, got the chance, and began to pour bitter water on Giotto.

"So," Giotto said regretfully, with his thick eyebrows furrowed into a ball, "you're just downgraded to a student of undergraduate clinical medicine?"

"Yes," Gan Tiantian nodded sadly, "We are classmates now."

Giotto shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, and said with no surprise: "You have to get used to it, this is Italian."

"Ah?" Gan Tiantian didn't quite understand what he meant, and asked, "What?"

"I said," Giotto opened and closed his lips, showing his big white teeth, "you have to get used to the unreliability of the Italians, they are always like that."

Gan Tiantian chatted with Giotto until nine o'clock, and there were about 08 students sitting scattered. She pressed the iPad screen to check the time in doubt: "Giotto, don't we start class at 30:[-]?"

When Giotto heard this, he looked back at her with pity, and said, "Hurry up, you have to get used to it, this is Italian!"

Gan Tiantian looked bewildered: "..."

"It's normal for Italians to be half an hour late, except for the area around Milan and Turin!" Giotto patted her on the shoulder resentfully, and gave her a science introduction, "Even if they skip the date without saying a word... even if the teacher It is normal for them to skip today's class without prior notice!"

"Impossible." Gan Tiantian frowned distrustfully, "This is a bit exaggerated..."

Giotto rested his chin on his hands, blinked at her sincerely, and said, "Trust me."

Gan Tiantian suddenly felt that, for the Chinese who are used to arriving 10, [-], [-] minutes early, she seems to have come to the wrong country.

After a classroom full of students waited bored for 45 minutes, the bald, beer-bellied professor finally arrived late, pushing a shelf of human bone specimens.

Gan Tiantian was surprised, genetics needs to use human bone specimens?She looked up the class schedule on the iPad in a daze - that's right...

The professor turned on the computer and showed the PPT to introduce the general teaching direction of the course, the supporting practice content, and the examination requirements. After that, he held a slender metal teaching rod and stood next to the human bone specimen.

The professor kept talking in Italian, but Gan Tiantian couldn't understand a word. She was confused and thought: Shouldn't the class be taught in English?Did the teacher forget, or...

She turned her head and glanced at Giotto, and saw that he was rapidly taking notes in his notebook, and finally realized that something seemed wrong.

"Giotto..." Gan Tiantian clenched her teeth and called him softly.Giotto concentrated on writing, and she struggled to write "genetics" in English on the notebook, then put a big question mark on it, and pushed it in front of Giotto, trying to get his attention.

While Giotto looked up to confirm the position of the bones, he wrote down two words for her, "changing classes" and "anatomy".

Gan Tiantian: "!" She changed her best subject without saying a word? !
She raised her head in disbelief, and looked affectionately at the professor on the podium with the excited eyes of meeting an old friend in a foreign country. Three minutes later, she was abused by the professor's Italian and turned into a silly X.

All the students in the classroom were scribbling notes, only Gan Tiantian paused in the air with her pen holding the pen. She stared blankly at the pair of empty eyes on the specimen's face, and she shed tears in her heart.

There are 206 bones in the human body, and Gan Tiantian can recognize her with her eyes closed, but she can't even pronounce a name in Italian.The worst thing in life is this.

Gan Tiantian endured a class that lasted more than an hour in pain. She lay helplessly on the table and let Giotto poke her with a pen, but she remained motionless.

If her guess is confirmed, then today is just the beginning of her life.

"Which one is chasing every day?" The professor sat back at the desk to rest. He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, looked around the classroom, and asked in Italian, "Who is chasing every day?"

Gan Tiantian was in pain, and her hearing had obviously dropped by more than one sensitivity.After the professor repeated it three times, it was Giotto who woke her up in English: "Hurry up every day! The professor is calling you!"

Gan Tiantian stood up with a trembling, raised her hand tremblingly, and explained to the teacher in English: "I am Gan Tiantian, but professor, I don't know Italian."

"Ah... I forgot." The professor raised his neck and took a sip of water, and changed to distorted English, "You originally applied for a class taught in English, right?"

Sweet dessert nodded, half-deadly said: "Yes."

"Oh, I'm just here to tell you," the professor looked pitifully, "Undergraduate clinical medicine is not taught in English, son, you have to prepare to learn Italian."

Gan Tiantian's guess was confirmed in an instant, her feet went limp, and she almost knelt down to the professor.

When the get out of class was over, the professor kindly told her to continue to follow the "Anatomy" class, because many anatomical examples would be followed up later in the course, and the school would provide anatomical research individuals mainly of European and African races. It is impossible for her to come into contact with it in China.

Gan Tiantian nodded with tears in her eyes, and the professor looked at her tearfully for three seconds, then lowered his head and wrote her an address on the note, asking her to go to the Italian language training school run by the government for foreigners and sign up for learning.

However, due to the fact that this class only has four hours of lessons per week, the teaching speed and content are only suitable for people who are relieved of life difficulties, and it is far from enough to help Tiantian's undergraduate studies.So the professor recommended her to go to the language department of the undergraduate course.

Gan Tiantian is one head and two big. She squatted at the door of the medical department, almost wanting to hit her head to death.

Giotto looked down at her with pity, and silently prayed for her: "May God bless you."

"God bless me to travel back to half a month ago!" Gan Tiantian covered her face in pain, "I would definitely choose to meet eight men a day in China than come to Italy!"

Gan Tiantian walked out of the medical school and took a ride to the government language school near the train station.

In mid-September, a new session of language training was about to start, and the entire hallway was already filled with people queuing up to sign up.

Gan Tiantian waited in line for nearly an hour before registering for the zero-based shift.

The train station was very close to the Grand Square, so Gan Tiantian went to the library to look at the house, but there was still no suitable house.She returned to the central square exhausted physically and mentally. Modena is only this big, and there seems to be nothing but the main square.

She sat back on the bench again, sank into the chair with the back of her head resting on the back of the chair, looking up at the sky, feeling sluggish.

Sighing deeply, she seemed to have never encountered anything satisfactory since she came to Italy.

It seems that she really shouldn't run out, she should stay in the country to meet a man, marry and have children, and live her life in such a calm and peaceful way.But she is not reconciled, her love has not yet begun, she does not want to marry for the sake of marriage, she still believes in love from the bottom of her heart.

She also wants to have loved vigorously, and then get married happily and have a sweet life.Rather than the so-called matching a suitable person and starting a dull second half of life.

She was a girl after all.

It's just that there was no turning back when she opened the bow. When she broke the boat and resolutely chose to go abroad, she was no longer qualified to say "no".

Regret is useless.She patted herself on the cheek, cheering herself up: cheer up!Sweet!
Gan Tiantian stood up, pushed the door open and entered the library.

There is only one priority for her - to find a house!

Gan Tiantian relaxed the conditions, added the contact numbers of seven or eight recently rented houses to the address book, and sent group text messages.As soon as the message was sent, before she walked out of the library, the phone vibrated in her trouser pocket.She was overjoyed, and took out her mobile phone expectantly, only to find that the text message was from Luca: Are you looking for a house?It's a pity, how much I want to have a house and rent it out to you.

Gan Tiantian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that in her haste, she actually added Luka's name to the contacts in the group, and sent him the rent-seeking text message.

Embarrassed, she quickly replied to him: "I'm sorry, I sent the message to the wrong person."

Two seconds after the text message was sent, the phone vibrated again, and Luca actually called.

Gan Tiantian connected the phone in a daze: "Hello."

"Hello," Luka said briskly, "This is the first time you texted me, but it turned out to be a mistake."

"Hmm." Gan Tiantian was a little embarrassed, and uttered a meaningless syllable with her nose.

"Are you looking for a house? Because the house burned down and there is no place to live?"

"There are other reasons," Gan Tiantian sighed again, listlessly, "It's hard to explain."

"Where are you? Are you far from the Grand Square?" Luka paused and changed the subject.

"I'm in the main square."

"Then stay where you are and don't move." There was a "huhu" sound from Luka's side immediately, and he said with a muffled smile, "Wait a minute, I'll come."

Gan Tiantian was a bit out of shape holding the phone, but out of the corner of her vision she keenly caught a tall and handsome figure, holding the phone in one hand to her ear, rushing in from the entrance of the plaza in front of her.The man was wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt that imitated the navy style today. His lower body was sky blue slim-fit trousers and knee-high black military boots, wrapping his slender calves.

He didn't unbutton the three shirt buttons this time, but buttoned them neatly all the way down his neck. The docile fabric was pressed against his chest by the wind as he ran, and he was lean and strong. The contours of the pectoral muscles are faintly visible.

It wasn't until he stopped in front of her that Gan Tiantian was surprised to find that he still had epaulettes on his shoulders, it seemed—he still had a military rank?It's just that the one with stars, flowers and leaves seems to have a non-obvious logo around it.

"You are...you are the navy?" Gan Tiantian blurted out, and swept him from top to bottom in surprise, "Aren't you a policeman? Italian military police, regardless?"

Luka just hung up the phone, put the phone back into his trouser pocket, and laughed heartily: "I just wore a suit of imitation navy fashion. This uniform is to commemorate an outstanding soldier and was recreated by a well-known designer. Design, and embellished shoulder straps, it is not a real military uniform."

"Oh..." Gan Tiantian blinked her eyes and praised sincerely, "You look good in such a dress."

"Oh? It seems that you like uniforms too." Luca raised his eyebrows and smiled intriguingly, "Thank you."

"Then what exactly do you do?" Gan Tiantian couldn't contain her curiosity again, and brought up the old story again.

Luca continued to talk about him from left to right. He pointed sideways at the ice cream shop across the street and said, "Do you want some ice cream?"

"Hey!" Gan Tiantian protested, "Don't change the subject, are you a spy?"

"Chocolate or tiramisu?"

"Tiramisu..." The brown eyes stopped in front of her at a close distance, and they met each other. Gan Tiantian answered him intentionally. After reacting, he said annoyedly, "It's not a matter of taste!"

Luka laughed loudly, and the hearty and joyful laughter was still echoing in her ears, but she had already run away.

Gan Tian stayed in the same place sullenly, she thought: Maybe this is also part of the cultural difference?Is it true that in Italy, even occupation is personal privacy?Or, does Luca think his vocation is privacy?

Gan Tiantian felt a little uncomfortable, but after more calculations, they only knew each other for a week.

After waiting for 5 minutes, she saw that heroic figure walking back holding two cones.

"Tiramisu and pistachio flavors." Luca smiled and handed one of them to her. "When you come to Italy, you must try the pistachio flavor. This is an Italian specialty."

There are two flavors on one cone, sweet and sweet, but the combination of dark brown and bean green looks a bit ugly.I hope it tastes good... She was sad and a little dull.

Gan Tiantian raised her hand to take it, with complicated emotions: "Thank you."

"Let's go and sit over there." Luka raised his chin to indicate her direction.

Gan Tian nodded, followed him, and sat on the bench where she had just woken up not long ago.

She lowered her head and observed the lump of green pistachio with a tangled expression for a while, then opened her mouth with a slightly embarrassed expression and took a bite. When the cream melted in her mouth, she found that the taste was really good .

The fragrance of nuts is perfectly combined with the creamy texture, which is indeed a treat for the taste buds.

"Like it?" Luca asked her, tilting his head.

"Well, it's delicious." Sweet dessert nodded, and took a bite of the tiramisu flavor in another direction. The taste was also very good. The classic pairing of coffee cream and wine is an unsurpassed masterpiece in the history of desserts.

Gan Tiantian took a bite left and right, pursed her lips and frowned, feeling that the taste on the tip of her tongue was a bit strange.Luca glanced at her from the corner of her eye, grinning sullenly with her lips pressed against the ice cream, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Gan Tiantian squinted her eyes and tilted her head, her eyes filled with murderous aura.Luka laughed until his upper lip was stained with milk, like a naughty child.

Gan Tiantian ignored him and continued to taste her ice cream. Luca also smiled. The two of them quietly faced the cathedral. After each finished eating the ice cream in their hands, he handed Gan Tiantian a wet wipe .

Gan Tiantian finished wiping the milk stains on her lips, and then wiped her fingers carefully.

Luka stretched his arms upwards, put his elbows on the back of the chair, and turned to her sideways. Seeing her concentration, he smiled muffledly, and then said in a sexy and magnetic voice: "Be in a better mood." Yet?"

"Huh?" Gan Tiantian raised her head in surprise.

"You're in a bad mood." Luca lowered his head slightly, and the tea pupils and long eyelashes stopped in front of her eyes. He asked with a smile, "What about now? Will eating ice cream make you feel much better?"

"Yeah." Gan Tiantian smiled and nodded.

Luca reached out and brushed the bangs hanging on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the dessert shop behind her. He said in a tone of slight admiration: "Food is also an art. If you can feel the beauty and love, then you will get these too. Right?"

This is the first time Gan Tiantian has heard of such a point of view. She was astonished, but felt that after recollecting these words in her heart, they seemed to be tainted with the flavors of pistachio and tiramisu.

"Yes," she replied with a smile, "you are quite right."

"Then now, you can tell me where your sorrow comes from." Luca turned his gaze back to her face again, smiling a little warmly, and his words were poetic, "Say, I listen .”

(End of this chapter)