After about ten minutes, the car drove into a mountain forest, and a Chinese courtyard appeared before their eyes.
A plaque hung above the entrance, inscribed with "Cloud Court," flanked by a couplet on either side.
In front of the door, two symmetrical luohan pine bonsai complemented the surrounding landscape, full of poetic charm.
This morning tea place was not an ordinary teahouse; it was a famous luxury tea restaurant locally, frequented by the rich and powerful.
You couldn't reserve a private room here without being a VIP at a hotel, which meant that without status or financial strength, even having money wouldn't get you in.
The car slowly entered the parking lot, and a teahouse attendant in traditional clothing came up to greet them.
Li Jing and Huang Qin got out of the car together and walked into the teahouse under the guidance of the attendant.
Morning light filtered through the carved wooden windows, and the silk curtains fluttered gently in the sea breeze.
