Led by the old woman, Yang Ling reached a house that was like a traditional Chinese courtyard. The tables and chairs were basically all made of durable red sandalwood that was resistant to wear and tear. A layer of Dark Sandstone slabs tiled the ground. Short breadfruit trees were planted around the courtyard. Many colorful and green plants, flowers and tree saplings were planted in the vegetable garden, giving off waves of fragrance, allowing one to feel refreshed and relaxed.
"Mr. Yuri, please have a seat!" The old woman smiled, her face layered with wrinkles, like rings in a piece of an old log, exposing her age. "Lucy, give our guest a glass of Henessi!"