Hearing the welcoming voice, Richard's eyebrows twitched slightly but he didn't make an exaggerated cautious gesture like Bobbobovic. With a calm expression, he walked through the door.
Upon entering, he saw that the interior was a typical Gravekeeper's Cottage, furnished quite simply: a wooden bed, a cupboard, a wooden table, several wooden chairs, a stove, a copper kettle, a water storage container, and a box for sundries.
The copper kettle was on the stove, boiling, "puff puff puff," sending out a lot of white steam, the lid being jolted "clap clap clap," and the spout emitting a sharp whistling sound, "shoo shoo shoo."
An old man with dark skin walked to the stove, lifted the copper kettle, and poured the water into a chipped grey ceramic bowl.
Then he took down a heavy, dark loaf of bread from the cupboard, held a somewhat rusty knife in his right hand, and sawed off a slice about half a centimeter thick with difficulty, "creak creak," as if using a saw.
