Adapted from my own experience, it is both an autobiography and a commemoration...
"Apprentice, what do you think of xxx being your master's wife? Master has written a love letter, so you can send it to me."
"No, I'll give you a haircut. I don't allow you to have a master's wife."
The female apprentice smashed the love letter into my face
"I was the one who got hit, why are you blushing..."
"I..."
