Yu Bing watched from afar first. Under the tree, there was a long stone bench built with cement around the tree roots. Beside it, there were two sets of stone tables. Most of the people gathered towards one side of the stone table.
A woman in her fifties, who was sitting on a matching stone stool, was watching her grandson while listening to everyone talk. Occasionally, she would chime in.
Yu Bing realized that as long as she spoke, the sounds of discussion would become softer and most of their attention would be focused on this woman. Hence, Yu Bing walked towards her with a faint smile on her face as she said warmly, "Hello, I want to ask you something."
When the auntie looked up at Yu Bing, she realized that she was an unfamiliar girl in her twenties who even had an accent. Beside her, there stood a sturdy young man of about the same age.
