My own war game

Chapter 23 Dinner Party
"Madam, please be careful!" Hans reached out and supported the unsteady woman, and at the same time a refreshing fragrance entered his nose.

"I'm sorry, my health has not been very good over the years. It's really rude of me to be like this." Christine stood firmly, tied up her hair at the temples, and had a perfect blush on her face. Her delicate and charming appearance made the men present want to protect her.

"We should apologize for causing trouble to a lady like you." Hans had completely let down his guard now. He didn't believe that the dozen or so of him were worth the French sending such a peerless beauty to be spies.

"Madam, it's been a long time since anyone called me like this. You remind me of my girlhood in Germany." Christine covered her mouth with a fan, and her sweet smile made the lieutenant's heart flutter again.

"Why, you look very young. To my mind you are only about twenty."

"You are really good at talking. Even if you are lying to me, I am still very happy..."

As Christine's words were as gentle as a spring breeze, the atmosphere in the restaurant seemed very harmonious.

But there is someone here who is acting as a spoiler.

"Madam, as a German who married to France, what do you think of this war?" Adjutant Metzer suddenly brought up a very sensitive topic.

"Lieutenant, this question is very rude." The lieutenant also felt that his assistant was a little too suspicious.

"Sir, do I have to answer this question?" Christine clenched the feather fan in her hand, looking pitiful.

"I'm sorry, but please tell me. After all, we also have to consider your feelings and stance towards France." Metzer was surprisingly tough.

In the eyes of the cautious German adjutant, this topic was a great testing opportunity. If the other party really had this identity, it was impossible for her to have no emotional fluctuations when facing this kind of question. No matter whether she said she supported Germany or France, as long as there was any abnormality in her emotional expression, he would be able to find loopholes.

Facing the aggressive questioning, the woman shook her head slightly. "In my opinion, this war is neither just nor unjust. It is just a continuation of politics. Therefore, I cannot say who I support."

She directly quoted what He Chi once said.

Metzer raised his eyebrows in surprise. "It's not about justice, it's only about politics. You don't support any country? You believe in anarchism?"

Christine smiled a little self-pityingly. "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 it was amazing. Although the two commanders couldn't agree with it for a moment, they had to admit that the woman in front of them had extremely profound thoughts and was worthy of respect.

"Madam, I will remember what you said today." Metzer bowed.

"Look at me, I can't stop talking once I start. Please take your seats." Christine ended the conversation just right and led the two German officers into the restaurant.

At the dinner table, the German soldiers looked at Christine with different eyes. She was beautiful, humble, hospitable, and had admirable wisdom. So many advantages were concentrated in one woman. She was like a bouquet of elegant lilies.

Now came the most exciting moment. Under the leadership of the Oriental butler, two maids garnished the sliced ​​roasted pork elbow with wild basil leaves. There was a little fat on the red surface of the roasted meat. Each soldier could get a large piece.

But in this pleasant atmosphere, Lieutenant Metzer did something very abrupt.

"Madam, can I have a taste first?" The serious German lieutenant pointed to the mouth-watering roasted pork knuckle on the table.

This was certainly not a concession of giving priority to ladies, but the adjutant was expressing his naked distrust. The originally warm atmosphere suddenly dropped below freezing point, and even the ordinary soldiers sitting on both sides of the table waiting for their meals felt that their superiors were really too much, humiliating the gentle, beautiful and hospitable hostess.

"Metzer! This is so rude! I order you to apologize to the lady!" Lieutenant Hans put down his knife and fork and expressed his dissatisfaction to his assistant for the first time. He thought the lieutenant had become so cautious that he was a little neurotic.

The hostess was also shocked, her face turned pale, and the hand holding the knife kept shaking.

To outsiders, this was an expression of extreme anger, but Christine herself knew that the lieutenant had actually seized the loophole.

He Chi once told her that he would add an anesthetic that was difficult to detect and took effect slowly into the other person's food. Although it would not be fatal, if she ate it...

"Ma'am, are you feeling unwell? Or is it inconvenient?" Amid the strange and angry looks of the crowd, Metzer did not change his position at all.

The others at the table glared at the adjutant, and the hidden French soldiers couldn't help but rush out.

Just when the situation became tense to the point of utmost tension, He Chi, dressed in a tuxedo, stepped forward and stood in front of Christine.

"I'm sorry, my hostess has a serious digestive disease and really can't eat this kind of food. Can I take her place?" He Chi, who was dressed in formal attire, asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Metzer nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

He Chi took a silver knife and skillfully cut a piece of meat from the lieutenant's plate and put it into his own mouth. Not only that, he also took the initiative to cut a small piece for all the soldiers and tried it himself.

"Is it okay, sir?" After finishing everything, He Chi stood back beside Christine and expressed his anger politely.

"I'm not feeling well. I need to go back and rest." Christine lifted her skirt and walked up the stairs alone without touching the food on her plate.

The Germans were left staring at each other in the restaurant.

"Metzer, what are you doing! Not only have you ruined everyone's dinner, but you have also hurt the heart of a noble German female elite. This is so ungraceful." The chief officer criticized his deputy without reservation.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to make sure this place is absolutely safe." Metzer stubbornly insisted on his opinion.

"Forget it. Being cautious is also your advantage. We will leave tomorrow morning." Hans did not complain too much about his companions.

At this point, there was no point in complaining, so the German officers and soldiers had to start eating again. However, after what had just happened, the delicious food tasted different when they chewed it in their mouths.

While eating, Metzer was still wondering what was wrong, so he didn't even taste the delicious roast pork knuckle.

Perhaps because he was overworking his brain, Metzer actually felt a little dazed.

Bang! Inadvertently, a dinner plate beside the lieutenant fell to the ground and broke, and his hand was scratched by the sharp fragments.

"Is there a place where I can bandage it?" the lieutenant asked, holding up his bloody hand.

(End of this chapter)