They didn't know that in the past year, the locals had seen nothing but locals, and they had seen the faces of their planters' companions at most twice that year. They walked into a city with this feeling.
This man once regarded her as a creature from a higher world; she and her friends once laughed at the clumsy, shy coffee planter, who did have spoken to her incorrectly in Malay .
to residents! How can they approach, greet and call this mainland demigod? This is impossible. Only half-squat and half-squat are the politeness that people in the room are clear. Trust me, they can’t find the door handle, and your journey to the palace is much easier than Mesner and Coleman’s journey to the residence.
When they came back from there, they saw the results and turned to society, where they found several acquaintances who spoke up for the success of their new career and drank until their anxiety completely disappeared, and Coleman announced on his way home that he would attend the resident's next dance reception.
