Iron Pot Scholar

In the early morning, Zhong Xian was walking on the dewy rural road with an iron pot on his back and a spatula on his waist. Ten steps away, Liu Qingqing followed stubbornly, carrying a small baggage. "Stop following, I won't take you away." He turned back impatiently. "You looked at my body..." "..." Zhong Xian was speechless. He traveled to Xiaoyu Village in the Jin Dynasty, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Qingqing bathing in the stream...