Chapter 1137: Chapter 1128: Heart-to-Heart (2)
Both of them had their own thoughts, and Xia Siyu didn’t dare to persist, afraid of hurting his self-esteem and confidence. So she obediently took a step back and gently said, "You’ve had a hard time, hubby. Do you need me to help?"
Here we go again, hearing her talk in such a strange way, Bo Yan thinks Xia Siyu’s situation might be serious. But he couldn’t ask too much at the moment and had to take it one step at a time.
Similarly, Xia Siyu also didn’t dare to hurt his confidence. Both taking a step back while speaking different languages, maintaining a delicate balance.
"No need." As soon as Bo Yan said this, he worried it sounded too harsh, hesitated, and then softly said, "Isn’t my wife going to read and study? There’s no need for my wife to handle such a small task. I’ll do it. Besides, washing dishes is hard on the hands. If my wife’s delicate hands get hurt, I’d feel awful."
Hearing this reason, Xia Siyu felt sweet inside. After all, her husband’s issue was psychological, not physical; once his confidence is rebuilt, everything will be fine, right? She perked up with a smile and rallied, "How can that be? This is a home, I’m part of the family, I have to participate too. How about I help you put away the cups?"
She might not wash dishes, but rinsing and placing cups shouldn’t be hard, right?
Seeing her eager to participate, Bo Yan didn’t want to dampen her confidence and nodded, "Then could you please rinse these two wine glasses and the decanter under the tap and dry them with a dishcloth? Hang the wine glasses here, and put the decanter back in place."
"Okay!" Xia Siyu agreed cheerfully, bouncing away with two wine glasses in one hand and the decanter in the other, racing to the kitchen. When she came back to place them after washing and drying, the wine glass hit the door frame with a "smash" and shattered on the floor.
"Oh no!" She was about to bend down and pick up the pieces when Bo Yan quickly stopped her: "Don’t move, be careful not to cut yourself! Step back first."
Xia Siyu obediently complied, and Bo Yan swept up the glass pieces and comforted, "It’s okay. This wine glass isn’t worth much; as long as you’re okay, that’s what matters."
Once the wine glasses were taken care of, perhaps feeling guilty, Xia Siyu wanted to do a bit more: "How about I make tea for you?"
Bo Yan usually makes coffee in the morning because it’s more convenient. If he has time, he prefers making tea. When he makes tea, he has a special Yixing teapot and a sharing pitcher. Different tea leaves call for different Yixing teapots, and even the clay used varies. Red tea uses Zhuni, green tea uses Duanni (which is whitish), and Pu-erh uses Zini...
Xia Siyu had never been a tea drinker; the most she’d have is milk tea or lemon tea, finding tea bitter. But during the New Year, staying with Bo Yan, the fine tea he used was not only not bitter but also left a sweet aftertaste. Plus, unlike coffee which can make the heart race after two or three cups a day, tea is suitable for tons and tons.
But wine glasses are cheap, and teapots can be quite expensive. Nowadays, a fully handmade teapot with good clay costs at least several thousand, and tens of thousands for renowned artists are common. Knowing her clumsiness, Bo Yan quickly stopped her: "No need, besides, you don’t need tea at night."
Xia Siyu still smiled, "Hey, no need to be polite with me." She turned and grabbed his most expensive Duanni Gongchun teapot (Gongchun, a teapot style), Bo Yan rushed to intercept, and amidst the scramble, the teapot hit the floor with a "smash," shattering.