Tang Kaikai chimed in, "I smell it, it's so pungent!"
Jian Xiaomin pinched her nose, "It's like the stink of a latrine, so foul!"
...
As a daughter of one of Imperial Capital's four major affluent families, this was the first time Ming Ruochu had been called a country bumpkin. She found it quite amusing.
She turned to look at Wang Baiqian's pretty face and said with a grin, "Excuse me, ma'am, who are you calling a country bumpkin?"
What Wang Baiqian couldn't stand the most in her life was being called old, and the term "ma'am" was akin to an insult in her eyes.
She became enraged instantly, slammed the table, and quickly strode towards Ming Ruochu, "Who are you calling 'ma'am'?!"
Ming Ruochu remained seated, only lifting her head slightly to look at Wang Baiqian's heavily made-up ugly face and snorted with a sneer, "You call me a country bumpkin, and I call you 'ma'am'. What about it?"
"You dead country bumpkin! If you dare, say it again–"