Chapter 1366


    Chapter 1366 Her Husband


    “Let''s bring them here to have fun on the weekend when we have time,” Armand said, handing her the


    pottery album. “Take a look and decide what kind of teacups and vases you want.”


    Genevieve flipped through a few pages and suddenly said, “Why don''t we just do it ourselves, DIY


    style?”


    Genevieve, besides asionally helping her two children with their handicraft homework, had never


    really done any handiwork herself. However, when she brought back her own DIY vase and put flowers


    in it, it was truly a feast for the eyes.


    She said she would do it, and immediately asked Potter to teach her.


    Potter handed Genevieve two aprons and led them to the pottery wheel near the floor-to-ceiling


    window. He carefully exined each step to them as they went along.


    Including the moisture content of the y, how to shape the y on the potter''s wheel, and how to set


    the form...


    Genevieve was struggling to digest all the theoretical knowledge. She nudged the man beside her with


    her elbow and asked, “Jerry, have you learned it all?”


    “What is Jerry?” Armand had already gotten used to her asionally giving him new nicknames.


    Genevieveughed and said, “Jerry is a character from a cartoon that your daughter often watches.


    Whenever he encounters a problem, he just scratches his head and immediatelyes up with a


    solution.”


    “I''m praising your intelligence,” she said, linking her arm with the man''s.


    Her praise delighted Armand, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes. “I think I''ve almost got it, but I


    need to give it a try. After all, making this thing is quiteplicated.”


    “So, you haven''t mastered it yet?” Genevieve''s eyes lit up. “I was just worried that your skills were too


    good, but now I''m not afraid.”


    The two of them chatted while watching Potter work.


    Not long after, a short, wide-mouthed vase was shaped by the potter. He sketched beautiful patterns on


    the body of the vase, then added colors before cing it into the kiln.


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    The perfectly baked vase was just like those sold in high-end ceramic stores, wless and exquisite.


    Upon seeing the master potter''s high-quality work, Genevieve couldn''t help but feel eager to try it


    herself. She suggested to Armand that they each make a mug for the other, exchanging their creations


    as a fun activity.


    After learning about the mug design Genevieve wanted to create, Potter guided her step by step from


    the side.


    Like most beginners, Genevieve was quite clumsy. She kept her foot on the pedal without letting up,


    causing the y on the wheel to be deformed as she worked with it.


    Potter''s eyebrows twitched, and he handed another piece of y to Genevieve.


    Genevieve squished one lump of y after another, and it wasn''t until the fourth one that she finally


    grasped some tricks. Slowly, she shaped it into the form of a mug, even managing to make the rim


    perfectly round.


    At that moment, more guests came up to the second floor. Seeing that Genevieve had learned enough,


    Potter went over to greet the new customers.


    Genevieve was quite exhausted just from shaping a mug, so she took the opportunity to rest for a bit


    and nced over at Armand. The man had also ruined several pieces of y, and still hadn''t managed


    to make a mug shape.


    Genevieve washed her hands and picked up the lemonade from the small table. She took a few sips


    and then passed the straw to Armand.


    As the man took a sip of water, Genevieve gave him a kiss.


    Armand nced at the pottery wheel in front of her and smiled, “No wonder you''re so happy, the mug


    you made is indeed quite beautiful.”


    “That''s the mug I''ll be giving you personally, so of course I have to be extra careful with it.”


    She also knew that Armand was skillful with his hands, and his clumsiness now was just an act. As


    long as he appeared clumsy, Potter would find it easier to teach Genevieve instead.


    How can her husband be so warm-hearted?


    “Mr. Faulkner, Ms. Rachford.”


    Genevieve suddenly heard a familiar voice. She turned her head and saw Scarlette walking toward her.


    She wore jeans and a form-fitting sweater, showcasing her great figure. Her full chest and carefully


    styled curls exuded a strong sense of femininity.


    Aside from Armand, almost all the male eyes in the ssroom were fixated on Scarlette.