Central Plains, Zhao Region.
Inside a pub's main hall.
A few individuals dressed like peddlers gathered around a table, among them a young man who looked around and called out for Little Two to bring the dishes quicker.
There was a fat one, who kept reaching for dishes on the table.
There were also the elderly sort, holding onto a smoking pipe, sitting there puffing out clouds of smoke.
Another stocky man wasn't too interested in the food but kept on drinking.
"Huh..."
The old man exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, "Let's begin."
These four individuals were local peddlers, as well as Earthly Immortals of the Peddling Path.
The young man who called for the dishes laughed, "Don't rush; let's eat first... Zhao Da, leave some for me!"
"Wah wah!"
The fat one ate even faster.
