So-called "Beautiful House" looks nothing like the photo. It's in a lower-middle class suburb of Minneapolis called Richfield. The home was cluttered, with a Fisher Price pool table in the living room and some odds and ends on the dining room table. I never actually met Tang Tang, just an older couple who did not speak English. The room was a small bedroom, clean and neat. However, the bed was hard as a rock. Our bathroom tub's finish was worn down and looked grimy. At 1:45 am, someone started running the washing machine downstairs. The tumbling of the machine was so loud it woke up both my husband and me, and kept running for an hour. Needless to say, we did not get any sleep that night. The next morning, there was no indication of what breakfast was supposed to be, although there was a box of corn flakes, a bowl full or oranges, and a container of instant coffee on the dining room table. There was no note about anything, just those two older people who seemed nice, but who spoke no English. We left after one night, even though we paid for five.