Ada Choi tells jokes.

I'm from the northeast and my daughter-in-law is from the south. Some dialects really don't work. I used to make jokes because of dialect, but it was because of dialect that we met, which is also the witness of the beginning of our fate. It happened when we first went to college, and I was assigned to a dormitory full of southerners.

Here's what happened. Let me describe it. We don't want to look at the students who are eating. One day at noon, we didn't eat. Everyone wants instant noodles, so we bought a bunch of instant noodles. At this time, I spoke first: what is the whole taste?

Students don't know what it means, so they ask me what it means. I told them that the whole thing meant eating. They thought thoughtfully and then nodded, as if they had learned something. After eating instant noodles, we went to the toilet together. When we arrived at the public toilet, we found that the sewer was blocked, not to mention all over the floor. At that time, I added: What can I do?

At that time, all the southern students looked at me strangely, and then threw up with a wow. I didn't understand it at first, but later I realized that they misunderstood the whole word of my dialect.

It was because of this relatively oolong thing that I met her. My classmates passed the joke on from mouth to mouth, and finally it reached the ears of female classmates. They are all curious and want to talk to me and listen to the northeast accent, including my current girlfriend.