When Guo Yan passed on the news to Feng Qingxue, Qingxue’s mouth fell open, and her eyes bulged out.
"Hold up a sec, would you slow down? Let me process this. You’re telling me that Xibao and this name ambassador, Belna, stationed in the Capital, are having a grand time together? They’re even conversing smoothly? And after treating him to milk candy, Xibao also wants to offer him a meal? Does Xibao even know what it means to treat a guest?" Milk candy is a must-have item when Xibao goes out to socialize. Every time they were out, Feng Qingxue would carry some on her.
Belna was charmed by just a piece of milk candy? Plus, they even took a photo together? The more she thought about it, the more inconceivable it seemed!
Guo Yan was just about to speak, laughter hiding behind her hand, when Xibao, who was lying on the heated bed after getting out of his padded jacket and was dressed only in cashmere, started to protest, "Food, food! Mum, food! Nana wants food."
Feng Qingxue was puzzled, "Nana?" Could he mean Belna? Was Little Fatty giving him a nickname?
So if Wang Zhonghua was Huahua, then Belna was Nana?
Xibao sat up, the little rolls of fat under his cashmere clothes quivering excitedly. "Nana, it’s different! Mum, Nana!" He pointed at his eyes to signify the difference.
Feng Qingxue teased him, "What’s the difference?"
Xibao pointed to his eyes again.
"Belna has very white skin, hair like silver threads, a pair of sky-blue eyes, he’s tall, and has a high nose bridge." Guo Yan described Belna’s appearance for Feng Qingxue to understand. "After the diplomatic relations were established, he was stationed in the embassy in the Capital since this summer. He frequently visits the compound, so we all know him."
A Frenchman...Feng Qingxue started to recall the French she had learned with Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, as well as the French table manners she had brushed up on in her previous life. What did the French prefer to eat?
Western food, but she couldn’t cook that.
Before she knew it, the words slipped out of her mouth, and Guo Yan overheard.
"Western food? Most foreigners who come to our country don’t necessarily prefer Western food!" Guo Yan laughed merrily. "I noticed that Belna quite likes our braised lion’s head meatballs."
However, Feng Qingxue shook her head, "France is a gourmet country. They see enjoying fine food as something elegant and not just about indulgence, so table manners are very important to them. Even if we were to treat them to Chinese food, it must meet their standards of etiquette, and the food needs to suit their taste. This is a mark of respect."
Xibao lay on Qingxue’s back, his arms wrapped around her neck, his chin resting on her head.
"Mum!" Xibao brandished his charm.
Feng Qingxue maintained a serious face, "Calling me mum won’t work. If you want to invite someone for a meal, you have to make it on your own."
"Mum!" Xibao squirmed and snuggled on her back, "Mum, baby is a good boy, baby is a good boy."
Since the baby is being a good boy, you need to help the baby host a party. Understanding what Xibao was trying to convey, Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated. "Let me think, if we were to host a party, we have to ensure that guests feel completely at home. There’s so much preparation work required. Look, we don’t have flowers, wine, or even food. I’m like the would-be clever wife who can’t cook without rice!"
Guo Yan quickly chimed in, "Did you forget what Captain Lu asked me to relay to you? You don’t have to worry about the wine, food, or utensils. I can have the supply department send those over. Just write me a list."
"Guo Yan, could you please find out what kind of food Belna prefers when he’s a guest in our compound?"