The Scholar and the Iron Pot

At dawn, Zhong Xian walks along a dewy country road with an iron wok on his back and a spatula tucked at his waist. Ten paces behind him, Liu Qingqing stubbornly follows with a small bundle on her back.

“Stop following me. I’m not taking you with me,” he says impatiently, turning around.

“You saw me naked…”

“…”

Zhong Xian is at a loss for words.

He transmigrated to Xiaoyu Village in the Great Jin Dynasty, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Liu Qingqing bathing in a stream…