"Has our Prime Minister finally been dismissed? Pork is eaten every day in the house."
A cold glare flew over, and the speaker immediately closed his mouth, turning over the pork on the plate in dissatisfaction, and the smell of pig shit resurfaced in his stomach. But someone eats elegantly and has a great appetite.
"Xiao Ma, are you going to the Prime Minister's Mansion again?"
"Hello, Uncle Min, it's time to deliver pork to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"Hey, boy, do you have beef or any other kind of meat? It's all human meat. I just don't want to eat your pork anymore."
"But, but, the Prime Minister said that Xiaomin's pork is delicious, so he asked Xiaomin to deliver it every day."
"Humph, I don't know what kind of devil I'm possessed by. I eat your pork every day, and I almost turn into a pig."
...
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, pig, pork."
A knife flew over, "Pork? Pork or yourself?"
A certain little one looked at the pork in his hand with a red face. He walked to the Prime Minister's side with small steps and raised his hand to pull someone's sleeve. His little ears were red and twitching, which made someone's teeth itch.
Concept: In a love affair with disparate identities, who will win?