This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

"Yun'er, please forgive me! I know I was wrong, please forgive me, okay?"

Ye Xiaoxiao frowned. Wasn't that the voice of that scoundrel Lin Xiucai?

Why are there people like this everywhere?

The crowd was buzzing.

"Yes, Miss Zhao, please forgive him!"

"That's right, aren't you and Scholar Lin childhood sweethearts? Considering your past relationship, why not lend a hand?"

"Yes, when Scholar Lin becomes successful in the future, he will definitely not forget your great kindness."

"Yes, Miss Zhao, please help him. He said his family is so poor they can't even afford to eat."

"Lin Xiucai also has a blind old mother at home, who is also very pitiful."

"When he becomes rich and powerful, you won't have to work as a blood-soaked pig butcher on the streets anymore. Isn't that a blessing for you?"

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, all pointing fingers and whispering in favor of Lin Xiucai and Zhao Yun'er.

Zhao Yun'er coldly watched these people who only knew how to talk, and with a "bang," she firmly planted the gleaming white cleaver on the cutting board.

Her cold, sharp eyes turned to the last person who spoke: "Do you want this good fortune?"

The onlookers, seeing the gleaming cleaver on the cutting board, involuntarily took two steps back, fearing that the knife might fall on their necks at any moment.

Everyone on this street knows Zhao Yun'er, the pig butcher. Her name sounds gentle and weak, but her temperament is more ruthless and decisive than the pig-slaughtering knife in her hand. Since her father's death, her cold and volatile temper has become even more uncontrollable.

Otherwise, how could she, a woman, possibly make a living at this butcher stall? Besides, her competitors were all burly men.

As everyone thought this, a chill ran down their spines again, and they took two more steps back.

They were afraid that if Zhao Yun'er let go, she would throw the butcher knife into the crowd.

In this way, Lin Xiucai, standing in the middle, appeared particularly out of place.

Zhao Yun'er looked at everyone with cold eyes: "If you pity him, then each of you can give him a peck of rice. He probably won't starve to death in a year or two. Otherwise, don't waste your breath here and delay my business."

The onlookers didn't seem to intend to leave, wanting to see how this drama would end.

Ye Xiaoxiao squeezed into the crowd without a word, glanced at everyone with a mocking look, and stared directly at Lin Xiucai with a sarcastic gaze.

Throughout history, there have been people who love to watch the drama unfold. There are also those who believe that standing on a moral high ground gives them the right to arbitrarily criticize others. And then there are those who are physically healthy but mentally disabled.

She walked up to Zhao Yun'er's meat stall and casually pointed: "Miss Zhao, give me four pork bones, and please chop them for me."

Zhao Yun'er deftly picked out four meaty pork bones, easily picked up the cleaver embedded in the cutting board, and with a few swift strokes, chopped the pork bones in half.

Ye Xiaoxiao and the others stood aside, watching Lin Xiucai, who was putting on a pitiful face.

Her bright eyes crinkled into a smile, a clear hint of sarcasm on her face. She said, "Scholar Lin, I must say you have no class whatsoever. You're asking a young lady for a favor; can you even call it a favor if you don't kowtow twice?"

When Lin Xiucai saw Ye Xiaoxiao walk into the crowd, he thought she had changed her mind and was overjoyed.

But before he could even speak, he heard her sarcastic remarks, and instantly, his expression twisted.

Ye Xiaoxiao spoke again, "I've recently learned some medicine, and no matter how I look at you, Scholar Lin, you don't look too well."

"Xiao Xiao, I really am not feeling well. I..."

Ye Xiaoxiao interrupted Lin Xiucai: "You must have a bad stomach, otherwise why would you be thinking about living off a woman every day?"

Lin Xiucai's face was ashen, his teeth were clenched, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists. The anger and humiliation in his heart made him glare at Ye Xiaoxiao with red eyes.

This damn woman.

I really want to punch her in the face.

Suddenly, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a familiar, tall figure.

Isn't that Ye Xiaoxiao's rough and uncouth husband from the mountains?

Upon seeing him, Lin Xiucai's eyes shrank back slightly. The man's gaze was terrifying, as if he were about to bore a hole through him.

The spot where I was kicked last time is still throbbing.

Finally, Lin Xiucai withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Yun'er once more.

"Yun'er, I don't need much, just lend me twenty coins so I can buy some coarse rice to take home and fill my mother's stomach."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoxiao thought, "Ha! They're not playing the emotional card anymore, they're starting to play the filial piety card!"

"Yun'er, you wouldn't even lend me this little bit of money, would you?"