"So..." the waiter tried hard to keep his composure, "Would you two like to have some wine?"
"Yes."
"No!"
Memoria Campbell closed the menu in her hand and gave a sweet smile to the waiter, "Just bring us a pot of chrysanthemum tea."
He's got injuries, and fish, shrimp, and lamb can cause inflammation, so naturally, he shouldn't eat them. Chrysanthemum tea should be beneficial to drink.
In her heart, she only thought about Cold General's injuries, never imagining she was already labeled as stingy by the waiter.
Hearing Memoria order the cheapest chrysanthemum tea, the waiter's face finally couldn't help but show a look of displeasure.
Without saying a word, he picked up the menu and walked away.
Memoria shrugged, "The service attitude is really poor."
Noticing the odd look in Cold General's eyes across the table, she blinked in confusion, "What? Is there something on my face?"
