Dave's face was flushed with happiness, his large forehead shinier than before. When he held the baby, Pingping thought his big hands might squash her, but he was careful and let Janet hold Hailee most of the time. He often followed his wife around when the baby was in her arms. The two couples returned to coffee in the living room. The Mitchells said their trip to China had been an eye-opener. The country wasn't as backward as they'd thought and most people seemed to live comfortably there, and everywhere there was construction under way. Among the American visitors there was a joke that said China 's national bird was the building crane. Obviously the country was developing rapidly. Janet asked Pingping and Nan why the Chinese in Nanjing looked different from those in American Chinatowns. In Nanjing and Shanghai they had seen a lot of handsome men and women. Girls were slim and had smooth skin, often dressed to the nines, and many young men were well built, some athletic. The Mitchells couldn't figure out why the Chinese here seemed like a different race. Pingping told them that if they'd gone to the countryside, they'd have met many people who bore more resemblance to the residents in Chinatowns. The truth was that nowadays young people in the big cities had better nutrition, so they grew taller than their parents.
"Don't Chinese kids eat nutritious food here?" asked Dave. "Still they look so different from the people in China."
"Maybe zeir genes have been Americanized," said Nan with a straight face.
"Then they should be bigger and taller," Dave went on.
They all laughed. Pingping explained that most people in Chinatown originally came from the southern coastal provinces, where people ate rice and didn't grow as tall as a result of the hot climate and the diet. Generally speaking, northerners are taller than southerners, but weren't Shanghai and Nanjing in the south, where people should be shorter? Hard as they tried, neither Nan nor Pingping could come up with a convincing explanation, though they believed the Mitchells' observation must be right. They too had noticed some physical differences between the Chinatown Chinese and those in mainland China.
The Mitchells showed them a lot of photos they'd taken on the trip, of temples, parks, English corners, the staff at the orphanage, banquets, and also of the girl baby they'd had to give up. Janet brought out another album, with plastic sleeves containing memorabilia for Hailee, among which, in addition to small artwork like colorful feather bookmarks and cut-paper creatures wrapped in onionskin, there were even the stubs of their plane tickets, taxi receipts, and a small map of Nanjing City. Pingping was so touched that she couldn't stop thinking what a lucky girl Hailee was, and her eyes filmed over with tears for a good minute.
Then she unwrapped the onionskin and scrutinized the set of paper cuttings, composed of six creatures-a hog, a buffalo, a chow chow, a deer, a magpie, and a rooster. Janet told the Wus, "We bought these from a peddler. Aren't they exquisite?"
"Not very good," said Pingping. "Look at this pig. His nose is too long, like elephant nose slashed half."
"Pingping can do better," Nan put in. "Her mozzer won prizes for paper cuttings."
"This is art." Janet sounded incredulous.
"Sure, that's why I married zer girl with zer deftest hands." Nan laughed, scratching his crown.
"Don't believe him," said Pingping.
Janet looked her in the eye. "Can you really make artwork like these?"
"Yes, I can cut these things."
"Then you should make some for me."
"It take a lotta time." Pingping smiled blithely.
As the conversation went on, the Mitchells brought up the topic of Hailee's biological parents, but husband and wife couldn't see eye to eye on this subject. Janet had asked the leaders of the orphanage to send her information on Hailee's biological parents, ideally some pictures as well; although they didn't promise to provide anything more, the head of the orphanage, a good-looking young man with a chipped tooth, had assured her that he'd try to gather the information for her.
"I don't think you will hear from zem," Nan said to Janet, and put down his coffee cup on the glass end table.
"What use to know her ex-parents?" asked Pingping. "You and Dave are her parents."
"That's right," Dave chimed in.
But Janet couldn't be persuaded. "I want to see what her biological parents look like and also to know the medical history of the family."
"They don't have medical history," said Pingping.
"What do you mean?" Janet looked puzzled, her eyes blinking.
"People in Chinese countryside don't write down their disease," Pingping explained.
"They don't have a medical record," added Nan.
"But certainly they know who died of what disease in the family," said Janet.
Nan answered, "You shouldn't bozzer to look for her biological parents. Even if you find zem, they might give you a lawt of trouble down zer road."
"That's what I think too," said Dave. "Hailee is our daughter, period. No matter what happens, she's ours and we'll take care of her. I don't have to know the medical history of her biological family."
"I don't mean we might give her up if anything bad happens," Janet said. "You'll have to kill me before you can take her away from me."
They kept talking about parenthood. To the Wus' surprise, the Mitchells asked them to be their daughter's godparents. Pingping said, "I don't go to church, how can I be godmother? I can be her stepmother."
The Mitchells were astonished, while Nan laughed. He told them, "Pingping means she can be a nominal mozzer. That's zer Chinese way and has nothing to do wiz religion. A child can have nominal parents in China."
Janet said, "I heard of nominal parents in Nanjing."
So Pingping agreed to be Hailee's nominal mother, but Nan was reluctant, saying he couldn't be a good father. Both Janet and Dave looked dismayed. Indeed, they had promised to be Taotao's legal guardians if his parents died. Why wouldn't Nan reciprocate the favor? Pingping explained, " Nan can never be good father. You see, Taotao and he is not close."
"That's because I didn't spend a lawt of time wiz him when he was little," said Nan.
Ignoring his words, Pingping went on, "After Taotao was born, he doesn't sleep with us for three month. He sleep in his father's office every night."
Nan kept silent, awash in shame. Pingping had often dredged that up and he'd defend himself by insisting that he'd have to attend seminars in the mornings and must sleep well at night. Now, in front of their friends, he felt it futile to argue with her. He told the Mitchells about the nominal fatherhood, "Let me think about zat, okay?"
"Sure, no rush," said Janet. "We thought it would be wonderful if Hailee has Chinese godparents or nominal parents."
"I'm not sure eef I can bring her up like my own child," admitted Nan, as if mumbling to himself.
"You wouldn't have to do anything for Hailee if Dave and I were both gone."