The guards with heads of an ox and a horse began getting into a fierce debate, Mandy Hill knocked on the pot's edge: "Why didn't I receive an invitation to Little King's wedding?"
The ox snorted: "You're just an old witch who washes dishes, bringing bad luck all around you. Little King's wedding is a happy event; your presence would only bring bad luck."
The horse agreed: "That's right, a ghost who has been single for ten thousand years. You better keep boiling your soup."
"Wait a moment. My Meng Po Soup has a tear from a Buddhist Woman, which makes ghosts and gods remember their past lives. Don't you want to know what you did in your previous lives? What sin you committed that brought you to Avīci to serve?"
The ox and horse's interest were piqued, and they both bowed collectively: "Old woman, we spoke out of line, please don't take it to heart, could you serve us a bowl of your soup?"
"I ask you, what is the story of the woman who is marrying Little King?"
