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Only Bo Yan was not particularly surprised. The water had boiled, and he poured it into the teapot, decanted the tea into a fairness cup, and then filled each attendee’s cup in turn.
The bullet comments were scrolling:
“Did Xia Siyu really live in Italy?”
“Don’t kid me; does anyone still believe in reality shows these days? Aren’t they all scripted?”
“To the person above, you’re talking about editing, this is a live broadcast. Even if there’s fakery in a live broadcast, it’s more credible than regular reality shows, right?”
“Look at you all startled, while our Teacher Bo is so composed. As expected, our Bo doesn’t like that Xia, completely uninterested in her affairs.”
“The script is not bad, if not for Teacher Bo l s calmness, I almost believed it.”
In fact, after Xia Siyu’s first day of interacting with people in Sicilian, there was indeed some mockery initially. But soon, there were overseas Chinese living in Sicily or seasoned experts who understood Italian saying that she was speaking Sicilian, a dialect. Moreover, she spoke it very fluently, obviously very familiar with the language, at least it was often used in the past.
Now a foreign friend had come, even claiming to be her neighbor. Was this the final confirmation?
But it was also possible that Xia Siyu had arranged for the show crew to set up this narrative to boost her own profile.
Pietro even reminisced, “But to be precise, she was my grandmother’s neighbor. When I visited my grandmother’s house, the little girl living next door was her. My grandmother lived in the Chinese District, and the prettiest girl in the entire Chinese l)istrict was Charlotte, I remember her mother was also really beautiful, just very fierce, very fierce…”
“Pietro.” Xia Siyu suddenly spoke up to interrupt him, then poured him a cup of tea, “Try our Chinese green tea.”
Pietro nodded, took a sip, then set it down, using the exaggerated tone typical of foreigners: “l still prefer our Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. It tastes good. ”
No one responded to this remark.
But Bo Yan, who was sitting nearby sipping tea, kept holding his cup, seemingly lost in thought, as if to drink or not to drink.
Fortunately, Pietro didn’t speak Chinese; he spoke English, but with a slight
Italian accent. Among the guests present, aside from Xia Siyu, only Bo Yan could keep up with his English; even Zhou Weiwei, who had attended university, was somewhat befuddled, responding only with a silly smile.
The audience watching on the screen, even if they heard this sentence, didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. A strict mother, and as for beauty—given Xia Siyu’s good looks it would be no surprise if her mother weren’t far behind in appearance.
Pietro wasn’t jobless. After drinking two cups of tea and having a couple pieces of dessert, which he found not sweet enough, he stood up to take his leave.
When saying goodbye, it was the same old cheek kissing ritual. Just as Xia Siyu was about to lean in, Wang Zisu whispered, H BO, do you think this European handsome guy has a thing for our Sister Siyu?” Then came Bo Yan’s chilly yet categorical tone: “No.”
Wang Zisu looked astounded: not?”
Bo Yan responded coolly: “He’s married.”
“How come, how do you know?” Wang Zisu asked, looking puzzled.
“He’s wearing a wedding ring, didn’t you see?” Bo Yan said of the wedding ring, Xia Siyu stretched out her hand, and on the other side, Pietro stretched out his hand, indeed one was without and the other was wearing one..