Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 732 - 0732 Foreign Friend 1_1

Chapter 732: Chapter 0732 Foreign Friend 1_1

"Borrow Xibao?"

A touch of confusion flickered in Qingxue’s eyes, "Why borrow Xibao?" He’s a person, not something to lend out.

Not something? No matter how much she mulled over it, she felt there was something off about that sentence.

Not to mention Qingxue, everyone present was bewildered at Guo Yan’s words.

Guo Yan smiled with her mouth slightly puckered, "Isn’t the ambassador from the foreign country stationed here in our capital? He often comes to visit the leaders’ households. Tomorrow he is coming to visit General Lu and some other leaders. He will undoubtedly take a stroll in the courtyard. Our Xibao is such a lovely sight. Of course, he should meet the ambassador to quash the impression that foreigners hold about our country being impoverished and backward, with all the children being skinny and buildings dilapidated. They take such photos back home and publish them in newspapers. I feel angry whenever I see them."

Qingxue instantly understood Guo Yan’s intentions and turned to glance at Xibao.

He’s fair and chubby, so pleasingly chubby that it doesn’t make his face pudgy. He indeed adds to one’s face value when taken out.

The little chubby boy was right now sharing a piece of cake with Wang Zhonghua, taking turns to spoon it out piece by piece. Sensing his mother’s eyes on him, Xibao lifted his head with a white mustache of cream adorning his lips, "Mama? Eat?"

"I won’t eat, you eat with brother," Qingxue responded.

Acknowledging with an "oh", Xibao enthusiastically beckoned Wang Zhonghua, "Huahua, eat cake!"

Facing the insistent Xibao, Wang Zhonghua was out of energy to correct his name again, He was gobbling the cake anxiously, mumbling, "Xibao, you shouldn’t eat that fast. You always eat more than me."

"Hmm!" He responded briskly while speeding up the spooning of the cake.

"Xibao is so adorable, we should indeed show him off in front of them." Jiang Xiaoyue agreed with Guo Yan’s suggestion. "Snow sister, does Xibao have any new clothes to wear? If not, I can make a new set for him when I go back. Our Xibao is so fair, chubby, and adorable. He will look very lively in new clothes."

However, Qingxue didn’t agree with Xiaoyue’s viewpoint, "Is it necessary to wear new clothes? Even the senior leaders meet foreign guests in patched trousers. Rather than making an effort for a pretense, it’s better to stay natural. Since Xibao is a bit naughty, I usually let him wear old patched clothes. It doesn’t hurt if they get dirty or torn. Actually, he has several outfits without patches, although they are 70-80% new, they are decent enough. There’s no need to wear completely new clothes to uphold appearances."

Guo Yan said: "You pull out Xibao’s clothes for us to have a look."

The suggestion was quite explicit-f if everyone finds them suitable, they would not make new clothes for Xibao. As Qingxue mentioned, it would seem a bit inappropriate to show up especially in new clothes.

Unable to resist their enthusiasm, Qingxue had no choice but to search for Xibao’s outdoor winter clothes.

As Xibao was naturally chubby, wearing anything bulky would make him look like a ball, not very appealing. Hence, she found a set of cashmere shirt and pants and a set of thin cotton jacket and pants. Layered together, he wouldn’t feel cold. The cotton outfits had a red base with broken flowers, while the exterior cashmere clothes had a pink base and broken flowers. There was also a red floral jacket lined with lamb fur.

Even though Xibao is a boy, he loves bright colors. Realising that Qingxue had produced his clothes, he instantly beamed, exclaiming, "Mine!" He reached to remove the army green cloth coat he was wearing.

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