Xuling Mountain.
This was a renowned mountain in Luo State, shrouded in clouds and mist at all times, where occasionally tales had it that woodcutters and herb gatherers met immortals.
At the mountain's base, nestled a tea house.
Each day, the owner, Mr. Wang, would ride his ox cart from the town laden with his livelihood, selling tea, snacks, wine, and meat to travelers along the road...
The only cook and helper in the shop were his spouse and son.
Life wasn't great, but they managed to get by.
On this day, he saw a group of travelers dressed like chivalrous heroes galloping towards the tea house, with the leader issuing a boisterous voice, "The sun's really strong today, let's rest here for a bit."
They dismounted their horses and called out loudly, "Boy, bring us tea, and whatever good food you've got, just serve it up."
"Alright!"
Mr. Wang replied enthusiastically, his feelings a mixture of joy and worry.
