This weekend, Martina invited many French friends in Shanghai to her dormitory. Naturally, she used Huang Guilong's cooking skills to entertain the guests. Huang Guilong discovered that those foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes were actually not fierce at all, much more polite than Shanghainese. They don't speak Chinese, they all claim that he is monsieur Huang (Mr. Huang), which Martina translated to him. They ate the food he cooked, said many "thanks" and toasted Huang Guilong.
Martina introduced to the guests that Huang Guilong was her "fiance". She told Huang Guilong that "fiance" means fiancé. Huang Guilong was shocked. She was just cooking for her, saying that she was her boyfriend. Become a fiance, and that means fiance is better than boyfriend. Martina insisted that she did not make a mistake, and now she treats him as a fiancé, as long as Huang Guilong is willing. She always likes to hold his body, or put her hand into his hair and stroke it gently, and dare to kiss his face in front of the guests. Martina's French friends seem to be not surprised that she has found a Chinese migrant worker to be her boyfriend. A French woman also said that if she could speak Chinese, she might fall in love with a man like Huang Guilong. Huang Guilong thought that if these French women were not too stupid, they must be lying. When migrant workers like him walked on the street, women in the city didn't have to look at them, let alone fall in love. He didn't know what he could do. French women like it.
After dinner, the guests helped wash the hot pots and bowls. Huang Guilong was a little touched. Later, everyone joked and laughed. Huang Guilong couldn't understand a word. He thought French was fast and strange. Martina turned around from time to time to translate the central content of one of their conversations to Huang Guilong, for fear of leaving him in the cold. A trace of sweet warmth flowed in Huang Guilong's heart, Martina stretched out her hand to hold his hand, he did not break free, let her hold it happily. He also opened his eyes and listened to the guests chatting. As long as he saw others smiling, he would laugh with him, although he didn't understand a word, because he was really happy with Martina and wanted to laugh.
The guests did not leave until late at night. Huang Guilong took out his shirt and shorts from the closet to take a shower after cleaning up the room. He is used to living here, and he is also used to taking a shower before going to bed every day and changing into the clothes he wears when he sleeps. At first Martina asked him if he had pajamas, but he didn't understand for a long time, do you still need to wear clothes to sleep? Just drill into the quilt naked. Slowly he understood that foreigners have their own foreigners, so he brought two short-sleeved undershirts with lapel. To tell the truth, I didn't give up on these two clothes in the summer. I felt a little distressed when I was sleeping, but in order to be like Martina and make her happy, the two clothes were sacrificed. He almost regarded this place as half of his home, and went straight to this warm place after work every day. As for the work shed in the other half of the house, he rarely went to the other half of the house. Hu Xiangfu, the contractor, didn't bother to take care of him. If Huang Guilong didn't come to the work shed to eat, he still made a net profit for the food and wages for his wife.