Everyone in the village said that the man I married, Shen Qingshan, was a savage who drank hair and blood.
They said he was as strong as an ox, capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards, had a bad temper, and would strike at the slightest disagreement.
On the first day after we got married, I hid in the kitchen, wanting to show off my skills and let him know that I, Liu Yaer, was not someone to be trifled with.
As a result, in a bowl of egg drop soup, either too much salt was added or the green onions were forgotten.
Just when I was about to cry over the bowl of "mysterious liquid", Shen Qingshan came in.
I was so frightened that I thought he was going to flip the table.
Unexpectedly, he rolled up his sleeves, pushed me aside, weighed spoons, chopped vegetables, heated oil, and put the pot into the pot, all in one fluid motion.
With less than half a stick of incense, three dishes and one soup were put on the table. They were all delicious and delicious, even better than what my mother made.
He filled a bowl of rice for me, and with his hands that had killed a wild boar, he clumsily picked up a piece of braised pork for me, and then grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth:
"Eat more, you're so thin, even feeding the pigs will make your teeth worse."
I was petrified on the spot, with only one thought in my mind:
This man seems... Different from the one in the legend?
