At this moment, the manager personally handed over two menus and whispered, "Your Highness and the Crown Princess, please order."
Two exquisite menus, one was the normal kind.
The other was a Braille menu specially made for Ya Chen, convenient for him to feel with his fingers.
Then, the manager stepped aside, waiting for the two of them.
Although Ya Chen was still not happy about dining in an outdoor restaurant, he raised an eyebrow and indicated for Chu Xinyue to order first.
Chu Xinyue had just named two seafood dishes when she was interrupted by Ya Chen: "Forget it, I'll order."
Chu Xinyue was taken aback: "What's wrong? Is it not good?"
He disdained her ordering skills: "Everything you've chosen is unsuitable for wound healing. Eating a meal of seafood, which is cold and inflamatory, would delay your recovery for a month. I don't want to have to take time out of my busy schedule to run to the hospital to pick you up again."
