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Having sent these people away, it was already evening, and Qiao Xiaomai stretched her body, carrying the hemp sack filled with silver notes as she walked toward Mai Yuan.
Yang Ye followed beside her, his hands clasped behind his back, casually kicking at pebbles as he walked, "You've been tired all day, let the palace maid do the cooking tonight, you should rest."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai was a bit surprised but immediately nodded in agreement. She loved gourmet food, but she wasn't fond of cooking meal after meal.
If the cooking were for Tong Sanlang, she would be willing to do it every day.
But catering to the Yang Family wasn't to her liking; she'd take rest whenever she could.
"Do you really wish I had left with elder brother?" Yang Ye couldn't help asking as he watched her vigorously nod her head.
Qiao Xiaomai blinked, "No."