The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 1875: Chapter 1862: Bidding Farewell to the Old (9)

After all these years of being worn down, Xia Siyu still hasn’t learned how to cook.

But despite not knowing how to cook, to satisfy her sense of participation, Bo Yan still let her join in. As everyone knows, anything delicate in Xia Siyu’s hands wouldn’t survive a day and night. Bo Yan also dared not let her wash dishes or set the table. He also dared not let her chop vegetables, because if Xia Siyu wielded a kitchen knife, she’d probably use it as a weapon. But he did give Xia Siyu a small basket to wash the vegetables, and specifically instructed her to wash them clean, preferably one by one.

So, Xia Siyu seriously washed each piece of vegetable one by one. Although her actions were infuriatingly slow, she was at least doing some work. But she was reluctant to toil away without any interaction, so Bo Yan brought a basin and stood beside her to knead dough, chop filling, and cut vegetables and onions.

Sure enough, when Xia Siyu saw Bo Yan chopping vegetables, especially with all of them being so evenly cut, she wanted in: "I want to do it too. How did you learn this? Can you teach me?"

Initially, Bo Yan didn’t want to pay attention, but upon hearing the last part, his interest was piqued: "You want to learn?"

She didn’t actually want to learn; she wanted to have fun. Xia Siyu nodded eagerly. Bo Yan hesitated a bit: "If you take this thing you can’t just mess around, what if you cut your hand by moving around carelessly."

Xia Siyu waved her hand grandly: "I’m not a three-year-old child; I know what I’m doing."

The more she said that, the less Bo Yan trusted her. But when he met Xia Siyu’s "threatening" gaze, he still gestured for her to come closer. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. One hand held hers guiding the knife, while the other pressed down on the vegetable, chopping them steadily together. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Xia Siyu turned back to ask him: "How did you practice this? Why are all the cuts exactly the same?"

Bo Yan replied: "It’s just practice, start cutting slowly at first, try to make them the same size, and once you get familiar, you’ll get faster."

Xia Siyu asked again: "When will I be able to reach your level?"

Bo Yan was silent; cooking does require some talent. Xia Siyu was full of talent in acting, but when it came to this, not blowing up the kitchen was already a feat. Bo Yan didn’t answer, but suddenly Xia Siyu exclaimed "Ah!" Bo Yan was startled, he quickly put down the knife, turned her around with a worried look: "What happened? Did you cut your hand? Is it painful?"

Especially with Xia Siyu’s right index finger curled up, looking just like it was hurting. Bo Yan quickly stepped forward: "Let me see."

Opening the finger, there was no wound at all. Bo Yan paused for a moment, looking at other fingers: "Where’s the injury?"

After looking at her hand up and down, he couldn’t find even a centimeter long wound. Bo Yan felt puzzled, looked up with confusion, just in time to catch Xia Siyu bursting into laughter.

Bo Yan instantly understood, letting go of her hand: "You’re not injured."

It was a statement. This rascal actually tricked him!

Xia Siyu’s expression shifted from joy to melancholy: "Who said I’m not injured?"

Bo Yan was doubtful, looking at her with a sceptical expression: "Where are you injured?"

Xia Siyu leaned against him, putting on a pitiful, wronged expression: "My heart is injured. I need you to kiss and cuddle me to make it better."

This rascal, turning the tables again. Bo Yan held her hand: "Your heart’s injured, is it?"

In the next second, he really lifted her up. Xia Siyu was surprisingly picked up by him, and she was in the air, caught off guard, while below Bo Yan had a bright, beaming smile: "You need kisses and cuddles, right?"

He really pulled her close, as she was raised, brought her to his side, she was up, he was down, he raised his head, gently kissed her on the corner of her lips.

Indeed, kisses and cuddles and being lifted high. Xia Siyu was stunned, all the way until she was put back on the ground without coming to her senses. Bo Yan still smilingly asked her: "Anywhere else hurting? Chest pain? Never mind, let me rub it for you, I guarantee you’ll be well in no time."

Xia Siyu quickly retreated: "No need, no need."

Bo Yan then changed his tactics: "Hey, if even your chest hurts, all things considered, this is on me, as the husband, who didn’t even notice my wife’s discomfort, is it? No worries, let me treat you a bit."

Xia Siyu continued to retreat, even threatening: "If you come any closer, I’ll toss this basin at you."

Tossing the basin was no big deal, but it was on the edge of the cutting board where the kitchen knife was. If anyone got hurt, it wouldn’t be a joke. Bo Yan was initially just playing around with her, and seeing things had reached this point, he decided to leave it alone, still adding a bit of a warning: "No big deal, tonight, when we turn off the lights, we’ll have a good talk."

By this time, the ingredients were mostly ready; Xia Siyu had cleaned the vegetables, and the dough was well-rested. Bo Yan rolled them into similar-sized dumpling wrappers. Xia Siyu wanted to play too, and since there were no knives involved, Bo Yan let her be, while he prepared the filling.

Xia Siyu enthusiastically volunteered: "I want to wrap the dumplings!"

Bo Yan was a little surprised: "Do you know how?"

She didn’t, but this girl wasn’t dumb either; she had just bought a dumpling-making gadget from the supermarket. Like the kind foreigners use, place the wrapper and filling in the middle and close it; it might look a bit ugly but the taste was the same.

Xia Siyu was happily wrapping dumplings over there, while Bo Yan was making the New Year’s Eve dinner. The soup was chicken soup, with a spring chicken blanched, adding the freshly washed and soaked matsutake mushrooms, throwing in a few dates, and adding water to stew. The fish was steamed, cleaned, and gutted at the supermarket; upon coming home Bo Yan just needed to remove the black membranes and fishy lines, sprinkled some cooking wine inside, stuffed the belly with chopped green onions, ginger, garlic, and chili spices, even used a few slices of leftover lemons from making Xia Siyu’s cocktail with salty lemon seven soda, placing it in the steamer.

Plus the freshly washed greens by Xia Siyu, and the boiled dumplings, this New Year’s Eve dinner was more than sufficient.

At about eight in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala was just starting. Even though the Gala had been getting worse each year, it was still good for background noise. But Xia Siyu wasn’t done, she wasn’t hungry yet; since they were already in the villa, and villas were in the suburbs, playing with fireworks was a must!

Living in Qingcheng Apartments didn’t allow chances to play with fireworks as it was prohibited in the city, but in the suburbs, such prohibitions didn’t exist. On the way back, Xia Siyu had really hit the jackpot and bought a box of fireworks, both big and small ones. She refused to eat and was determined to go out and play with fireworks.

Bo Yan accompanied her, and the two went outside together. Fireworks shot up into the night sky one after another, as he stood under the eaves, watching Xia Siyu happily running back and forth in front of him, he remembered when his parents took him to play with fireworks when he was little. He also recalled a few years back when Xia Siyu still disliked him while they were filming a variety show in Heidelberg amid the fireworks.