Bo Yan, anxious and trembling, managed to finish cooking and served the steak.
Xia Siyu obediently sat in the living room waiting for him to set the table, offering help: "Honey, let pour the wine for you."
To turn things around, one must change oneself.
For example, in their household, Xia Siyu usually just sits on the sofa scrolling on her phone, ordering Bo Yan around. Now that things have changed, she needs to help out with the chores too.
"No, no need." Bo Yan quickly stopped her.
"Oh, don’t be so polite with ." Xia Siyu grabbed the bottle of red wine, ignoring the fact that the decanter was already nearly half full.
Bo Yan quickly stopped her with his sharp eyes and swift hands: "Honey, I’m not being polite. We should pour out what’s already in the decanter first, and add more later if we need. I’ll drink with you as much as you want. The key is the ambiance, the ambiance."
Xia Siyu was convinced, and finally put down the glass: "Alright, I’ll listen to my husband."
That quivering voice made Bo Yan tremble along too.
Just when he managed to dissuade Xia Siyu from pouring more wine, she turned around planning to help clean up the dishes. Bo Yan had just poured the wine when he saw her holding a dish, and quickly went over to take it: "How could I trouble you with such a trivial thing."
"I can’t even help with such small things; hubby, you really work too hard!" Xia Siyu wore an expression of "virtuous and gentle," which gave Bo Yan goosebumps.
How to put it, it’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, rushing into Sheep Village. Bo Yan used to think that if Xia Siyu were less fiery, a bit gentler, more understanding, and considerate, his days would be much happier.
Now that she has just turned like this, he feels completely out of sorts. The thing is, was Xia Siyu really "virtuous"? She was just bored at ho and itching to find sothing to do, and her help often made things more troubleso.
They were both celebrities, too busy to handle household chores. When they weren’t ho, they’d hire housekeeping for cleaning, and assistants helped with everyday tidying. Their job was rely to earn money, more money, with daily schedules packed, and then pay the assistants and housekeeping generously for managing their ho.
This is normal societal division of labor, there is no higher or lower between them, housekeepers, and assistants—all are workers, only differing in inco, with no job more noble or base.
When housekeeping and assistants couldn’t co, he’d just do it himself. Besides, Xia Siyu always left clothes scattered everywhere and couldn’t even wash dishes properly; leaving chores for her made him uneasy.
"No, not hard at all." Bo Yan shook his head repeatedly, placed the dishes properly, thought for a bit, hugged Xia Siyu, and kissed her on the cheek: "As long as my wife is happy, I’m happy."
Xia Siyu’s heart instantly blood with joy, she nodded enthusiastically, thinking the online treatnt suggestions really worked! Look at Bo Yan, he’s speaking more tenderly.
She even acted shy, softly saying: "Honey, let’s have dinner."
Bo Yan shivered slightly, repeating words, feeling nauseous.
Bo Yan still turned off the lights, lighting candles. His steak was perfectly fine; now, during the pandemic, he adjusted it from dium-rare to dium-well to well-done. Luckily, it was top-quality marbled beef, so well-done didn’t affect the taste. Adding onions removed the gaminess while increasing sweetness. The potatoes soaked up the steak’s juices and fats, making them very savory and sweet.
But what to say, after drinking too much, Xia Siyu’s eyes started to wander.
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