The noodle cook's former apprentice who was the most worried in the world and called "your uncle" in a hurry couldn't get married.
From parallel imports to hairy crabs, the young master of the Chang family worries that his physique is so special that he attracts countless assassins wherever he goes.
His Royal Highness, who doesn't like ginger and sausage, is worried about when he can climb out of the palace wall and see if the sisters in the brothel are really as beautiful as the master said, as beautiful as wolves and tigers.
The white-bearded old Taoist priest who always chatted with a maroon horse with black mane and tail was worried that as he got older, his ability to predict was getting worse and worse. How is that possible? Let's not even mention that the future great hero who can control the scene is a girl. Whose hero's special skill is his grandmother's chopping ribs!
The girl holding a gray iron ax in her back hand has listed all the necessities for a heroine in the world. She has all the clothes and handy weapons. It will be even more perfect if she is accompanied by a handsome young man with long legs and slender waist. Worry is all she wants, the person she likes is the one who cut off her hair. The key is that the first impression of her was not very good. He thought she was poor at martial arts and lacked brains.
A handsome young man with long legs and a thin waist was holding a pillow and quilt on the roof of the house and confessing sincerely to a few female mosquitoes that were unwilling to be lonely at night.
I blame me for being blind.
Marrying such a daughter-in-law who "has a brain disease from time to time and will kill me if she does it".