Qiao Xiaomai was not the least bit polite with Bei Yun. She picked a few rooms nearest to her courtyard to store the gold and silver. Over the next few days, even though the maids helped with some of the chores and all she had to do was focus on cooking, she was still as busy as a spinning top. Even Bei Yun had to go to the kitchen if he wanted to see her.
On this particular day, the day before Bei Yun was set to depart, he once again appeared at the doorway of Qiao Xiaomai's courtyard kitchen. Glancing at the maids standing outside the courtyard, he clicked his tongue and said, "Now the people of Longshi Country have completely realized your worth."
"Even after I leave, considering your immense value, they probably won't dare do anything to you, right?"
"Nonsense! No one else has your kind of decency." Qiao Xiaomai, who was flipping Braised Pork in the wok, turned her head at his words and glared at him.
