Only Bo Yan was not very surprised. When the water boiled, he poured water into the teapot, poured the tea into fair tea cups, and filled it up one by one for everyone present.
The barrage is showing:
"Xia Siyu really lived in Italy?"
"What a liar, do people still believe in reality shows these days? Aren't they all made up?"
"The above, what you are talking about is editing, this is a live broadcast. No matter how fake the live broadcast is, the credibility is higher than that of ordinary reality shows, right?"
"Look at your surprise and look at how calm our teacher Bo is. Sure enough, we Bo don't like Xia Xia and have no interest in her affairs."
"The script is well written. If Teacher Bo hadn't been so calm, I would have almost believed it."
…
In fact, after Xia Siyu used Sicilian to interact with people on the first day, some people did laugh at her at first. But soon, there were always overseas Chinese living in Sicily in China, or senior people who knew Italian, who said that she spoke Sicilian, a dialect. And she speaks it very fluently. It is obvious that she is very familiar with this language, at least it has been used frequently in the past.
Now a foreign friend came and claimed to be her neighbor. This is considered a stone hammer, right
But it is also possible that Xia Siyu deliberately asked the program team to cooperate in the script for her own sake.
Pietro also lamented: "But to be precise, she was my grandmother's neighbor. When I went to my grandmother's house at that time, she was the little girl who lived next door. My grandmother's house was in the Chinese district, and she was the prettiest girl in the entire Chinese district. It’s Charlotte. Her mother is also very beautiful in my impression, but she is very fierce and fierce... "
"Pietro." Xia Siyu suddenly interrupted him, and then poured him a cup of tea, "Try our Chinese green tea."
Pietro nodded, took a sip and then put it down, using the exaggerated tone unique to foreigners: "I still like our Earl Gray tea, it tastes better with milk and sugar."
No one picked up on this statement.
However, Bo Yan, who was drinking tea next to him, kept holding the teacup and was about to drink it, as if he was thinking about something.
Fortunately, Pietro didn't speak Chinese, he spoke English. And he has a slight Italian accent in his English. The English proficiency of the guests present, except for Xia Siyu or Bo Yan, could keep up with him, the others, even Zhou Weiwei, who had gone to college seriously, were a little confused and could only giggle.
Even if the audience in front of the screen heard this sentence, it would not be surprising. A strict mother, as for beauty—Xia Siyu is so good-looking, and her mother can't be that ugly.
Pietro was not a jobless person. After drinking two cups of tea and eating two desserts that were not very sweet in his eyes, he stood up and left.
When saying goodbye, it was still the same old-fashioned face-to-face kiss. Just as Xia Siyu was about to greet her, Wang Zisu asked in a low voice: "Brother Bo, do you think this handsome European guy has a crush on our sister Siyu?"
Then came a cold but decisive tone: "No."
Wang Zisu looked surprised: "Why?"
Bo Yan responded coldly: "He's married."
"Why, how do you know?" Wang Zisu looked confused.
"He's wearing a wedding ring, didn't you see?" When Bo Yan was talking about the wedding ring, Xia Siyu stretched out his hand, and Pietro also stretched out his hand. As expected, one of them was wearing one and the other was wearing it.
(End of chapter)