The domineering president goes on a blind date

A few days later, Li Anhe and Tong Nuanwan boarded a plane to Country F, completely ignoring An Xiangbei who was crying behind him.

"Brother, sister-in-law." Li Anshen waved his arms at the airport entrance.

"An Shen, where is Shu Yan?"

"I got a call, over there."

After they got in the car, Gu Shuyan apologized to Tong Nuanwan.

"I heard about Shu Xuan's situation. Xingyao must have been very frightened."

"It's okay, Xingyao is fine. Let's not talk about them. How are you?"

"I have good news for you. I am going to participate in the Bread Festival."

"Really, what do you do?"

"Keep it a secret, and go and see for yourself tomorrow."

"Looks like I could use a surprise."

"It's a big meal."

Exhausted from the journey, they fell asleep early.

The next morning, Li Anhe and Tong Nuanwan arrived at the bread festival together. Many breads had been put on display, and some bakers were working on them.

"So lovely."

As a big bread lover, Tong Nuanwan couldn't wait to reach out for it.

"These breads are just for decoration and cannot be eaten."

“But I smell the fragrance.”

"These breads are mainly for exhibition, not for eating."

"What a waste."

Tong Nuanwan looked up and admired the Bread Square in Country F. Various blond and blue-eyed people were communicating in a language she could not understand.

"Eanhe, look at that guy, he's so handsome, he looks a bit like Harry Potter."

"Are you sure I can watch it with you?"

"Why are you so jealous? This is a foreign country. I have never seen so many foreigners here before."

"Be careful when you speak abroad, many foreigners can understand Chinese."

"I see." Tong Nuanwan thought that foreigners listened to Chinese the same way she listened to English. They roughly understood the meaning but could not connect it with the actual significance.

"I'm going to meet a friend over there, you can see for yourself."

Tong Nuanwan smiled, and Li Anhe did not forget to take advantage of her.

"Oh~ This foreign friend is really not handsome, so not handsome."

A foreigner walked past Tong Nuanwan, but he had a big belly and his curly blond hair was messy and stuck to his hair.

"Miss, my mother said I'm very handsome. Also, this is Country F, you are a foreigner, a foreigner."

Tong Nuanwan stood there with a twitching mouth. What did she just hear? A foreigner spoke Chinese more fluently than her.

"Wanwan, why are you standing here alone?" Gu Shuyan was wearing a chef's uniform, which instantly reminded Tong Nuanwan of the temptation of uniforms.

"I just said a foreigner was not handsome, and he actually understood me."

"Foreigners are now very much Sinicized. Chinese is no longer a coded language abroad."

"Is it so magical?"

Gu Shuyan smiled and shouted to the crowd.

"Who has peanut butter?"

"I have it here."

"I have it here."

A group of blond and blue-eyed people held up the jars in their hands.

"They are all foreigners. Why do they feel like they are wearing foreign headgear? And their Chinese has an accent."

"It's not as difficult to communicate in a foreign country as you think. Once you start talking, you don't even need a translator."

A foreign guy who looked like an assistant called Gu Shuyan away in Chinese in front of Tong Nuanwan.

"Come on, the bread is ready, let's go and try it."

Gu Shuyan handed the freshly baked bread to Tong Nuanwan.

It’s different when it’s just made, the croissant shell is crispy and the peanut butter is just right.

"How about it?"

"I need to control myself, or you'll eat me all up in a moment."

"Eat slowly, there is still a lot here."

Gu Shuyan looked at Tong Nuanwan with envy. She was living in adversity, but she could still grow flowers that faced the sun.

Tong Nuanwan was wandering around the Bread Festival Exhibition Hall when suddenly an exhibition area caught her attention.

Tong Nuanwan looked at the exhibition area with surprise.

"Porcelain? Rock candy?"

"It's Chinese sugar-free bread." A boy who looked like a student, wearing a chef's uniform and looking very thin, walked out with his head held high.

Tong Nuanwan was not sure whether this person was a foreigner.

"This sister, judging from her accent, she must be Chinese. She must not have studied well, otherwise she wouldn't translate like this."

"Are you Chinese?" Tong Nuanwan looked at the handsome blond boy in front of her, not quite sure.

"Sister, I've noticed that you're not only bad at studying, but your eyesight is also bad. Do I look like a Chinese? I was born and raised in Country Y, and my ancestors have pure blood for three generations."

I actually know that I was born and raised here, and my ancestors have been here for three generations.

Tong Nuanwan pointed at the bread on the exhibition booth.

"This is called steamed bun in our country."

"Sister, you actually know it. Have you ever eaten it?" The boy excitedly held Tong Nuanwan's hand and pulled her into the exhibition area before she could react.

Steamed buns? Why would anyone ask if you’ve eaten them?

Countless black lines hung from the top of the head to the ankles.

"Sister, help me see, this is my winning trick, I'm the only one in the room who can do it."

“Our steamed buns don’t have any taste.”

"How come? I've eaten it before. It's delicious. My mother and one of your neighbors taught me how to make it. We eat it often at home."

Tong Nuanwan, a native Chinese, sometimes dislikes steamed buns, but here steamed buns have become a contest entry.

The boy said this and handed the steamed bun to Tong Nuanwan.

After Tong Nuanwan took it, she took a bite. She thought it had some filling or some sugar. Tong Nuanwan took another bite and was sure that it was a steamed bun. It was no different from the usual steamed buns. The only difference was that the appearance looked good, without any sticky skin or wrinkles in the dough.

"Sister, say something!"

Under the boy's expectant expression, Tong Nuanwan still gave a conclusion.

"It's no different from what I usually eat? You..."

"Really? That's great. I will definitely shine during this year's Bread Festival."

Using steamed buns to make the moon shine? Sure enough, no matter which country people are from, they will think that the moon abroad is rounder.

"Wanwan, why are you here?"

"Eanhe, our Mantou is also here at the Bread Festival..." Tong Nuanwan turned around to look for the boy, but he was no longer there.

"what happened?"

"It's this steamed bun." Tong Nuanwan picked up the steamed bun and showed it to Li Anhe, not caring about the boy's leaving without saying goodbye.

"We find foreign things strange when they arrive in China, and they also find Chinese things strange when they arrive abroad. Let's go, Anshen is waiting for us."

Tong Nuanwan followed Li Anhe out of the exhibition area.

As soon as they left, a little head appeared from behind the curtain. After making sure that everyone had left, he let out a long sigh.

Isn't that Li Anhe? How could someone who made Daddy so angry come here?