Yang Ye clicked his tongue and turned his head towards Bai Zhi, "You've lost, take out three hundred taels of silver, pack your bags, and head back to the Capital City. Land is hard to come by in Bailu Town. You lost three hundred acres, I'll replace them for you."
Bai Zhi's body stiffened like a log. Her lips trembled a few times, then formed a straight line.
She had a feeling after smelling the aroma wafting from Qiao Xiaomai's side, but seeing the small pile of wheat, her face couldn't help but turn pale.
Cooking was what she was most proud of, a skill she had honed for years in the effort to impress Yang Ye.
And now, it was crushed by a country woman.
Out of ten people, none of them chose hers.
Not a single one!
This fact, like a heavy hammer, struck at her mercilessly.
Her beauty was natural.
Martial Arts, she practiced casually.
But her culinary skills, she had worked hard on them, and they were trampled into trash by a country mouse.