Chapter 307: No Mood to Celebrate Read full story at novel※fire.net
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Yang Wang conceded defeat so readily, which surprised Yang Ye. His handsome face was full of confusion, “Eh? Third Brother, what are you up to?”
“What are you talking about? It’s not about me scheming… it’s about Miss Qiao’s amazing skill. I admit defeat completely,” said Yang Wang.
Yang Ye raised an eyebrow, his scrutinising gaze sweeping up and down Yang Wang, from top to bottom, again and again.
Yang Wang remained unruffled, hands behind his back, allowing the scrutiny.
After a moment, Yang Ye smirked, “Then, Third Brother, you’d better send word to your people. I’ve been looking forward to that Hot Spring Villa for a while now.”
“Okay.” Yang Wang immediately called his attendant to send the message to the Capital City.
“Well then, everybody can go now. It’s noon already, time for lunch.” Yang Ye waved his hand, indicating that the watching students should go do their things.
The students were ready for this. After all, they could only watch, not eat. Rather than standing under the hot sun here, they decided to leave.
The students dispersed quickly in small groups. Just as Yang Ye was about to speak to the judges, Principal Gu spoke up with a big smile, “Your Highness, I think we should combine the dishes made by Miss Qiao and Chef Niu, and hold a small feast to celebrate the harvest. How’s that?”
“Good idea, Bailu Town has had a bumper wheat harvest this year. We must celebrate… let’s head back to the small courtyard.” Mrs. Gu also chimed in enthusiastically, inviting Yang Ye and Yang Wang.
He was planning to send the judges away, wanting the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall all to himself. But now this couple wanted to hold a harvest feast.
What does it have to do with him?
They even concocted such a lame excuse just to have a meal!
“Yes, let’s also invite Miss Qiao. She has 500 acres of farmland. In the whole of Daqi, that’s top-notch. I assume her family’s wheat harvest must have been bountiful this year. We must celebrate.” Yang Ye grumbled to himself, but Yang Wang agreed with Principal Gu’s suggestion.
She responded modestly, “Your Highness, my family’s twenty-three acres of wheat were just burnt down to ashes. I really don’t feel like celebrating.”
“You indeed had a busy bout there; you must be tired. Miss Qiao, you may return to the village with Yang Wang. I’ll send someone to invite you in a few days.” Yang Ye waved his hand, indicating Qiao Xiaomai to leave first.
Hmm, Yang Wang’s little tricks, he could guess with his pinky finger.
If that’s the case, he obviously couldn’t let Qiao Xiaomai stay.
“Thankyou for your consideration, Your Highness.” Qiao Xiaomai bowed, then turned and walked toward the stairs.
Tong Sanlang followed closely behind her. The two of them descended from the platform, one after the other.
They didn’t take anything, their hands were empty. They walked quickly towards the carriage.
“Alright, let’s go and start the feast. Third Brother, let’s go.” Yang Ye showed an affectionate smile, stretched out his long arm, and put it around Yang Wang’s shoulder, “Master Gu has some fine wine hidden away. It was given to him by our father when he retired. Now, it smells so mellow!”
Yang Ye put more strength into his arm and, with a pull and a drag, led Yang Wang toward the accommodation area.
Yang Wang finally took his brooding gaze off from Qiao Xiaomai. He looked at Yang Ye and gave a chuckle, “As you wish, Brother. Let’s enjoy ourselves to the fullest today.”
“By the way, what happened to Miss Qiao’s wheat field? Twenty-three acres burnt down is a big deal. I think we should conduct our own investigation when we have time.”