I’m Fan Changyu, and I’m a butcher. One snowy night, I found a badly wounded handsome man. He said he’d lost his memory. Since he was good-looking, I told him, “Marry into my family. I’ll butcher pigs and support you.” He obediently nodded. Later, when rebels besieged the city, I saw my sickly husband hoist a two-hundred-jin gate-cleaving blade with one hand and mow down the entire crowd in a single stroke. Me: “???” He wiped the blood from his blade and smiled. “Wife, it turns out I’m pretty good at butchering pigs too.”
