Having grown up in the West, Jiao Yang, though three-quarters Chinese by blood, had been immersed in Western education from a young age. He had lived abroad for many years and, despite understanding Chinese culture, still lacked a thorough grasp.
"So, today I'm going to give you a practical class on the tip of your tongue!" Luo Xiaoqian placed the chopsticks in his hand, "You can use these, right?"
Having dined with him three times, twice with Western meals and once for breakfast in Sichuan without the use of chopsticks, she wasn't quite sure whether he actually knew how to use them.
"Of course!" Jiao Yang took the chopsticks. "Don't forget, both my mother and grandmother are Chinese!"
"So, you're saying your surname Jiao follows your mother's side?"
"Smart!" Jiao Yang smiled and nodded. "My English name is Augus Arthur Philip Bowes-Lyon."
Even for Luo Xiaoqian, who was quite good at English, it was nearly impossible to repeat it all, "No way, that long?"