I am a gossip god who plays soy sauce in the world. I carry a few taels of gold in my pocket, go up to the sky and go to the earth, dig up some secrets in the world, and compile some unofficial histories to pass the long life.
A great man appeared out of nowhere, idle all day long, and followed me around.
My aunt said that marriage is just two people who like each other living together. I secretly glanced at him. He looked quite pleasing to the eye. Why don't I ask him if he would like to be a partner?