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 occasionally 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 explained each step to them as they went along.

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

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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 occasionally giving him new nicknames.

Genevieve laughed 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 immediately comes 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 quite complicated.”

“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 placing it into the kiln.

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The perfectly baked vase was just like those sold in high-end ceramic stores, flawless 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

clay on the wheel to become deformed as she worked with it.

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

Genevieve squished one lump of clay 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.

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

over at Armand. The man had also ruined several pieces of clay, 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 glanced 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 classroom were fixated on Scarlette.