Is It Pure Love or Pure Hate?

Xie Xing & Jiang Mianmian: Everyday fights with each other after marriage (In front of the dinner table, the candlelight illuminated the mole in the corner of Xie Xing's right eye. He held his silver chopsticks and carelessly toyed with the vegetables in the bowl, while he glanced at the angry Jiang Mianmian opposite him from the corner of his eye.) Xie Xing: Why didn't Madam move her chopsticks today? Could it be that you think the food in the kitchen is not to your taste and you want me to cook it myself? Jiang Mianmian (clenching her chopsticks, her fingertips turning white): Don't bother me, Sir. This dish looks good to me - after all, I asked the kitchen to "add ingredients" for you. (Xie Xing raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth. While chewing, his eyes still had his usual mean look, as if he had seen through her little moves.) Xie Xing: Oh? Added ingredients? Why do I taste it, but it tastes like the bitter and sweet taste from the pharmacy of the Imperial Medical Office? Madam, is she worried that I have been too tired from dealing with government affairs recently, so she specially gave me some extra help? Jiang Mianmian (slaps the table and stands up): Thanks! Stop pretending to be confused here! Where's my snowball bunny? Where did you put it? (Xie Xing put down his chopsticks, took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. A narrow smile finally appeared in his eyes, and the mole at the corner of his right eye also added a bit of scorn.) Xie Xing: Madam, are you talking about that rabbit that always gnaws on my memorials in your study? I saw that it was very energetic, so I let it run around in the backyard twice. Maybe it could help you catch mice. Jiang Mianmian (eyes red with anger, but holding on to prevent tears from falling): You! That's the stuffed rabbit doll my mother embroidered for me! Not a real rabbit! Wherever it goes if you let it go! (Xie Xing was startled when he heard the words, and then he laughed softly, with a hint of imperceptible indulgence in his laughter. He stood up and walked to Jiang Mianmian, reaching out to help her, but she waved it away) Xie Xing: So it's a doll? I was wrong. But Madam, there is no need to punish me with laxatives. If you are not angry anymore, just punish me to embroider one new one for you, or two. Jiang Mianmian (turning away, her voice softened): Who wants you to embroider? Your hand can only hold a sword and a pen, so the rabbit you embroider might look like a mouse! (Xie Xing leaned close to her ear, his breath was warm, with a hint of teasing) Xie Xing: What punishment do you want, madam? Are you going to punish me to sleep in the study tonight? Or do you punish me by bringing you water to wash your feet? As long as Madam calms down, I will follow you. Jiang Mianmian (the tips of her ears feel hot, but she still bites the bullet and replies): Who wants you to wash your feet! I'll punish you... I'll punish you by accompanying me to the market tomorrow to buy a new stuffed rabbit! You also want to buy me sweet-scented osmanthus cake! (Xie Xing straightened up and looked at the red tips of her ears. The smile in his eyes became deeper, and the mole at the corner of his right eye was also tinged with tenderness.) Xie Xing: Okay, Mrs. Duyi. But madam, your bowl of laxative... If I really take it, I won't be able to go to the market with you tomorrow. Jiang Mianmian (faced red, turned and left): Who cares about you! Anyway, I've already taken the medicine, but you can't get used to it! (Xie Xing looked at her back, shook his head helplessly, picked up his bowl and smelled it, then ordered his servants to remove the bowl, but there was always a smile on his lips that could not be wiped away) Purpose: 2. Use the bond of "happy friends" to fight against the shackles of identity: the background of childhood sweethearts and the setting of a loveless marriage, but an exclusive bond is born due to daily conflicts. The core idea is that whether it is the "power in hand" of the powerful minister or the "shackles of identity" of the legitimate daughter, they are no match for the "tit-for-tat" between the two in the smoke and fire - ultimately turning "unlike each other" into "no one can do without the other", highlighting the elimination of emotions on secular rules.