"No way," Fu Jinghen looked at the waiter, "We have a reservation, room 506."
"Okay, you two please follow me."
Wen Qiao was somewhat surprised, "When did you make the reservation?"
"After you told me, I had Feng Li call to reserve," Fu Jinghen smiled at her. "This restaurant requires a reservation; I guessed you didn't look closely at that link, so I had Feng Li check it out."
Wen Qiao exclaimed, "You are so thoughtful, Uncle Fu."
Fu Jinghen patted her head, "We already have one scatterbrain at home, we can't have another."
"Oh come on, the type in that link was so small; it's totally normal that I missed it," Wen Qiao made excuses for herself.
"Alright, it's their mistake, nothing to do with my baby."
The leading waiter twitched his lips. Is it really okay to pick faults with this restaurant right in front of the staff?
And, the font size of their promotional articles was big enough even for those with presbyopia to see clearly.
