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 me 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 me." 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."
