Back then, He Erbao often gave a poor boy pork trotters to eat, fragrant, tender, and soft. The poor boy never forgot their taste, even after all these years. So the first thing he did after returning from the capital was find the old pork stall and bring the silly, sweet He Erbao... a whole basket of pork trotters. And while he was at it, shamelessly wheedled his way into taking home a little wife.
"Erbao, I'm sick. I feel awful, my whole body feels awful. My head hurts, my neck hurts, my butt hurts."
"...Stop messing around."
"How can you call this messing around? I'm sick, and you're treating me so coldly."
"I didn't... Didn't I give you medicine?"
"I don't want medicine. I want pork trotters, pig ears, and pork knuckles."
"We sold out of everything today."
"Then what am I supposed to do? If I don't eat them, my whole body aches. My arms hurt, my back hurts, even my toes hurt. What do you think I should do? Tell me."
Blushing, "...Mwah."
This is basically a story about two people getting together, then heading to the capital to help the crown prince seize the throne. One drills soldiers and prepares for war, while the other wields a knife and sells meat. Silly and sweet. Two couples. It's a fictional setting, so don't expect it to stand up to close historical scrutiny. Just enjoy it~
