Uncle Quan got his gear ready, including a pot, a knife, an old hunting shotgun, and some steamed rice cakes. Then he set off with Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaoman up the mountain. Naturally, the hunting dog was also part of the team, but it ran far ahead of Uncle Quan, stubbornly refusing to fall behind.
"You two guests, this mountain path is not easy to travel, so be careful. Furthermore, looking at the sky, I'm afraid it might rain," Uncle Quan said to Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaoman, glancing at the clouds above.
"We'll be careful. I've already got raincoats in my backpack," Ye Wudao replied to him.
Uncle Quan nodded without more words, and began to ascend the mountain path without further ado, with Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaoman, the handsome man and beautiful woman, in his eyes, just tourists from the big city.
