"You've never been there?"
"You talk as if you've been there yourself."
"I went there when I got married."
"You got married at twenty-eight, that's pretty early. What beautiful sights could you have possibly appreciated at such a young age?"
"When are we going?"
I thought carefully about the date He Xiangu had chosen, and it seemed to be the day after tomorrow.
"Hmm, the day after tomorrow."
"That soon? I'll have someone book the flight tickets right away."
"That would be great!" I put down the chopsticks I was holding, crossed my arms, and spoke in a leisurely tone, "I'll eat whenever you've bought the flight tickets."
I think it's the first time in Sang Shixi's life anyone has ever dared to be so audacious in negotiating terms with him, and I knew he was not pleased.
But still, he walked out of the room holding the phone, and ten minutes later, he came back to inform me, "There's a flight at 9:28 AM the day after tomorrow."