"Such a rare visit to Capital City by these country bumpkins, and they bring along pigs and chickens? Hahaha." Bai Zhi burst into a vehement laughter, "Truly unworthy of presentation, always carrying that rural stench wherever they go."
She truly found the situation hilarious, holding a whip in one hand, clutching her stomach with the other, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten her waist.
In her mind, when paying visits or socializing on normal days, the gifts brought were always high-end, or at least some exquisite delicacies.
Bringing pigs and chickens?
She really could die of laughter.
It was amusing that she once thought Yang Ye fancied Qiao Xiaomai—a country girl smelling of pig dung and chicken droppings. She actually perceived her as a threat.
She was wrong, she should not have doubted Yang Ye's taste.
Given Yang Ye's obsession with cleanliness and fastidiousness, he would never take a liking to Qiao Xiaomai.
