"Xingxing, about that revolving restaurant you mentioned, is it still possible to book a table now?"
He Xing shook his head regretfully, "It's too late. The reservation for this restaurant should be made at least a week in advance. This morning, a spot finally became available, but I wasn't sure if you would be up by noon, and I couldn't bear to wake you, so we missed it. If we book now, we can only get a reservation for a week later."
"Then let's forget it," Wenyan scratched her head, "I can't possibly fly over here again in a week just for a meal. Let's just go to a regular restaurant for lunch. They don't need reservations, right?"
He Xing waved his hands quickly, "That won't be necessary."
"That's good," Wenyan nodded, then asked, "By the way, where's Yulong? She must have gone out early, has she mentioned when she might be back?"
