บท 75: Chapter 75: Hypocrite

Anger and scorn filled Qiao Xiaomai's words, which the spectators all clearly observed.

But this didn't include the Sun family.

The recipe that earns ten taels of silver a day was sold by Qiao Xiaomai for only thirty taels. This upset her more than being sliced flesh from the bone. "You prodigal!" she cried.

She jumped up and rushed towards Qiao Xiaomai, determined to beat her until she barely had a breath left. Anything less wouldn't satisfy her rage!

Qiao Xiaomai glanced at the Sun family's woman, face grimy from scouring beneath the bed, the hearth, and the chicken coop, and scoffed silently, "What does it matter to you how much silver I sell it for? I came up with the recipe!"

As she said this, she signaled to the onlookers to make way for her to leave.

She couldn't lay a hand on the Sun family's woman, but she didn't want to just stand there and take a beating, either. Her only option was to run.