He was shouting to the young lady.
Finally, the young lady managed to overcome her inner shyness and waved towards Zhou Xuan: "Fortune-teller, over here… over here…"
When Zhou Xuan turned around, the young lady spoke in a very soft voice, "Sir, I'd like to ask you to calculate a divination for me."
"I am but a wandering Mountain person, the title 'Sir' is too grand for me. Just call me Mountain person."
Zhou Xuan walked closer to the young lady and said, "Young lady, you run a tea house. On regular days, you likely wouldn't seem so withdrawn. Today, speaking with such a subdued voice—what you're seeking must be related to marriage or matters of love?"
"My goodness! Mountain person, you're indeed gifted. Please have a seat, have a seat."
The young lady hurriedly led Zhou Xuan inside the tea house.
The tea house was humble, not offering any renowned teas or superior blends—just ordinary tea leaves to quench the thirst of travelers passing by.
