Chapter 23 Dinner Party
"Madam, please be careful!" Hans stretched out his hand to support the unsteady woman, and at the same time, a refreshing fragrance penetrated his nose.
"I'm sorry, my health has not been very good over the years. It's so rude to look like this." Kristen stood firm, pulled up her hair at the temples, with just the right blush on her face, delicate and delicate The touching look made all the men present feel protective in their hearts.
"We should apologize for causing trouble to a lady like you." Hans has completely let down his guard now. He does not believe that a dozen of him are worthy of the French sending such a peerless beauty. Be a spy.
"Lady, no one has called me this for a long time. You remind me of my girlhood in Germany." Christine covered her mouth with a fan, and her sweet smile made the lieutenant's heart sway again. .
"How come, you look very young. In my opinion, you are only twenty years old."
"You really know how to talk. Even if you lie to me, I am very happy..."
With Christine's words like spring breeze blowing on her face, the atmosphere in the restaurant seemed very harmonious.
But someone is acting as a nuisance here.
"Madam, as a German married to France, what do you think of this war?" Adjutant Metzel suddenly raised a very sensitive topic.
"Second Lieutenant, this kind of question is so rude." The Lieutenant also felt that his assistant was a little too suspicious.
“Sir, do I have to answer this question?” Christine looked pitiful as she clenched the feather fan in her hand.
"Sorry, please tell me. After all, we also have to take into account your feelings and position towards France." Metzel was surprisingly tough.
In the view of the cautious German adjutant, this topic is an excellent test opportunity. If the other party is really of this identity, it is impossible for her to be emotionally unstable when facing this kind of problem, no matter she says she supports Germany or France. , as long as there is any abnormality in emotional expression, he can find loopholes.
Faced with the aggressive questioning, the woman shook her head slightly, "In my opinion, this war does not matter whether it is just or not, it is just a continuation of politics, so I can't say who I support."
She directly quoted what He Chi once said.
Metzel raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "It has nothing to do with justice, only politics, and no support for any country? Do you believe in anarchism?"
Christine felt a little self-pitying Smile "No, I don't have any faith, I'm just a poor country widow who is afraid of war."
The soldiers didn't understand, but they all felt powerful. Although the two commanders couldn't agree for a while, they But he had to admit that the woman in front of him had extremely profound thoughts and deserved respect.
"Madam, I will remember what you said today." Metzel bowed in greeting.
"Look at me, I can't stop talking once I start talking, and I invite guests to sit down." Christine ended the conversation just right and introduced the two German officers into the restaurant.
The way the German soldiers looked at Christine at the dinner table was different. She was beautiful, humble, hospitable, and amazingly wise. So many advantages were concentrated in one woman. It was simply Like an elegant bouquet of lilies.
Now comes the most exciting moment. Under the leadership of the Oriental butler, the two maids garnish the sliced roast pork knuckle with wild basil leaves. There is still a little grease on the red surface of the roast. Every soldier can get a big piece.
But in this pleasant atmosphere, Second Lieutenant Metzel did something very unexpected.
"Madam, can you take a bite first?" The serious German second lieutenant pointed to the mouth-watering roasted pork knuckle on the table.
This is of course not a sign of ladies-first humility, but the adjutant expressing his naked distrust. The originally warm atmosphere suddenly dropped below freezing. Even the ordinary soldiers sitting on both sides of the table waiting for their meal felt that their commander had gone too far and humiliated the gentle, beautiful and hospitable hostess.
"Metzel! This is so rude! I order you to apologize to Madam!" Lieutenant Hans put down the knife and fork in his hand to express his dissatisfaction to his assistant for the first time. He thought that the second lieutenant had already Cautious to the point of being a bit neurotic.
The hostess also looked shocked, her face turned white, and the hand holding the knife kept shaking.
To outsiders, this was a sign of extreme anger, but Christine herself knew that the second lieutenant had actually caught a loophole.
He Chi once told her that he would add an unnoticeable and slow-acting anesthetic to the other person's food. Although it would not be fatal, if he ate it himself...
"Madam, are you uncomfortable? Or is it inconvenient? "In the strange and angry eyes of everyone, Metzer did not change his position at all.
Others at the table glared at the adjutant, while the hidden French soldiers couldn't help but rush out.
Just when the tension reached its peak, He Chi, dressed in a tuxedo, stepped forward and stopped in front of Christine.
"I'm sorry, my hostess has severe digestive diseases and is really unable to eat this kind of food. Can I take her place instead?" He Chi, dressed in a formal dress, asked neither humble nor overbearing.
Metzel nodded and made a gesture of invitation.
He Chi took a silver knife and skillfully cut off a piece of meat on the ensign's plate and put it into his mouth. Not only that, he also took the initiative to cut a small piece for all the soldiers and then put it into his own mouth. Try it.
"Is that okay? Sir" After everything was done, He Chi stood back to Kristen and expressed his anger without being disrespectful.
"I'm not feeling well and I have to go back to rest." Kristen lifted up her skirt and walked up the stairs alone without touching a bite of the food on her plate.
The Germans were left looking at each other in the restaurant.
"Metzel, what are you doing! Not only did you ruin everyone's dinner, you also broke the heart of a noble Germanic female elite. This is so ungraceful." The chief officer criticized his deputy without reservation.
"Sorry, I am here to ensure absolute safety." Metzel stubbornly insisted on his opinion.
"Forget it, caution is also your advantage. We will leave tomorrow morning." Hans did not complain too much about his companions.
At this point, there is no point in complaining. The German officers and soldiers had to start eating again, but after what happened just now, the taste of the delicious food changed in their mouths.
During the meal, Metzel was still thinking about what was wrong, so he didn't even taste the deliciousness of the roasted pork knuckle.
Perhaps because he was overusing his brain, Metzer actually felt a little dazed.
Pop! Inadvertently, a dinner plate next to the second lieutenant fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and his hand was scratched by the sharp fragments.
"Is there a place where I can bandage it?" the second lieutenant raised his bloody hand and asked.
(End of this chapter)