He clasped his fist in a salute and said, "Senior Sister He?"
Senior Sister He smiled. "You really are Master Cheng's student. So young. Don't be as stuffy as my master." She walked over and extended her hand to shake Chen Chuan's. "Xiaoti mentioned you to me last time. She said Master Cheng's student was a handsome young man. Hmm, not bad at all. Come in and have a seat."
She led Chen Chuan inside, to a spot beneath a latticed window. They sat down on antique-style sandalwood chairs, and she had someone bring them cups of fragrant tea.
Chen Chuan felt the decor was exceptionally refined. The color palette and atmosphere were very comfortable, and every utensil was exquisite. 'It seems this Senior Sister He is someone who appreciates the finer things in life.'
