"I've told you before, in fortune telling, you're not really calculating a person's life, but the person themselves!" Zhou, the Immortal, took the coarse tea handed to him by his son, took a sip and said, "Look at this man, his actions alone reveal that he must be a servant. Despite his fancy clothes, he always hunches his back habitually, and his eyes are notably gentle."
Zhou's son nodded, "Makes sense, father!"
"Of course, this is just my speculation. I still need some confirmation, so I asked him who the characters written on the sheet were from, and he said it's from his master's family. If a servant can dress this well and has so many attendants, his master must be extremely distinguished, don't you think?"
Zhou's son agreed, "Absolutely!"
