General: Marry a chicken randomly, marry a dog with a dog, marry a pole and carry it away. Little man: Just don’t have a bridal chamber. As time goes by, little man: Wife, try this dish, it’s delicious. General: Okay, but My husband, the gentleman stays away from the kitchen. General: Mr. Mrs., I am going to go to war for my wife. Little man: Wait for me, my wife. I am here for my husband. A certain little man is holding a goose feather fan, smiling brightly, and a certain military adviser is here.