Completed Extended Novel: There is a pig-butcher named Aman. Those Years of Pig Slaughter. I never trembled when I raised my knife. Zhou Hongbo always waved his fan and laughed at me: Aman, your hands only know how to split pig bones. How do you understand what eyebrow painting and lip painting mean? How will you marry in the future? Later, I wore a phoenix crown and a rosy robe, got married in style, and my bridal sedan passed by his restaurant

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Those Years of Pig Slaughter. I never trembled when I raised my knife. Zhou Hongbo always waved his fan and laughed at me: Aman, your hands only know how to separate pork bones—how do you understand what eyebrow painting and lip painting mean? How will you marry in the future? Later, I wore a phoenix crown and rosy robes, and married in glory. The bridal sedan chair passed by his restaurant, and a gust of wind just happened to lift the curtain. Autumn-water eyes, lotus-like face. The wine glass clattered to the floor. A-Aman? A soft Wu nong voice came from inside the sedan chair: Young master, I bet you must have mistaken me for someone else!