Chapter 80 You confirm first.

The pheasant hot pot was steaming hot.

Li Mushi did not come down to eat with everyone. Jing Ge filled a bowl with pheasant soup and said to everyone, "This meal is on my uncle, so please don't be shy."

Seeing Jing Ge about to leave with the soup bowl, Zhang Siming quickly asked, "Is this for President Li?"

"Um."

"How about I deliver it?"

Jing Ge politely replied, "I'll see you off."

Zhang Siming didn't say anything more.

The person next to him seemed to kick him under the table, with a meaningful look on their face.

Jing Ge only told Wang Weiran why Li Mushi came; the others were unaware. Jing Ge wasn't familiar with them, and even Zhang Siming was just a colleague, so she didn't bother to explain to them individually.

But for a young man to risk everything and find such a place in the snow, a normal adult wouldn't think it's related to an uncle-nephew relationship.

They are not related by blood.

Jing Ge carried the soup bowl upstairs. His pace, which had been unhurried at first, gradually quickened as he approached Li Mu's room, until he was almost jogging, shouting as he ran, "Uncle, open the door! It's piping hot!"

The door opened from the inside.

The man frowned, his large, strong hands steadily supporting the bowl of chicken soup.

Jing Ge hissed and held up his finger to show him: "It's burning hot."

The girl's delicate fingers looked like they were rubbing a worm, but imagining the burning pain made Li Mushi very displeased: "Didn't I say no? Even if you're going to carry it, you should wrap it in cloth."

Jingge pinched his ear: "Aren't you hot?"

Li Mushi turned and walked inside: "Mm."

“We’re all human,” Jingge said, puzzled. “How could it be that I’m burning while you’re not? Let me see your hands.”

Li Mushi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, wondering what kind of trouble she was up to. After putting the soup bowl on the table, he held out his hand to her.

It's hot, but it won't burn your skin like it did.

Men's hands are ultimately rougher than women's.

Jing Ge scrutinized him carefully, his eyes showing no admiration for his cartoonist skills, but rather focused intently as if studying a map.

After letting her look for two seconds, Li Mushi withdrew his hand: "You're taking medicine, so you can't drink chicken soup. You can drink it yourself."

"..." Jing Ge looked up. "What medicine are you taking? Are you sick?"

Li Mushi: "It's an old problem, not serious."

Jingge: "What old problem?"

Li Mushi: "Don't ask any more questions."

Jing Ge: "".

Is it the same old problem that his blind date had when Lin Mi got medicine?

I think so.

It was the same old problem last time, and it's the same again this time. He doesn't seem to have many old problems.

Jing Ge was pondering when there was a knock on the door three times.

Li Mushi opened the door, and Zhang Siming was standing outside.

Zhang Siming smiled and said, "President Li, I left a bowl of soup for Jing Ge. I didn't know when she would come down, so I brought it to her in case it got cold."

Li Mushi stepped aside to make way for him, seemingly lost in thought.

“I won’t go in,” Zhang Siming said. “Thank you for your help.”

Li Mushi accepted it: "Thank you."

Zhang Siming paused for half a second: "This afternoon we're going to catch rabbits with the boss. Mr. Li, would you like to come along?"

Li Mushi: "No, I have work to do."

At this point, he raised an eyebrow slightly: "Where do we catch them?"

“The hill next to it,” Zhang Siming said, “the boss said he often goes there to enjoy the snow scenery.”

Li Mushi nodded: "Enjoy yourselves."

Zhang Siming: "That Jingge..."

A girl's soft voice came from behind Li Mushi, and it was very captivating: "I'm not going."

Zhang Siming said disappointedly, "It's really fun."

Jing Ge scurried over and stood slightly behind Li Mushi. From Zhang Siming's perspective, Li Mushi seemed like a barrier, and Jing Ge willingly stayed within it.

Zhang Siming tried to resist: "Where's your roommate?"

“She’s not going either,” Jing Ge said seriously. “We agreed to learn handicrafts with the landlady.”

Zhang Siming could no longer force the issue.

Watching him go downstairs, Jing Ge's gaze shifted to the bowl of soup in Li Mushi's hand.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes filled with a question: "?"

Jingge complained in a low voice, "Why did you answer it?"

Li Mushi: "?"

Jing Ge didn't know what to say. After holding it in for a long time, his ears turned red, and he finally managed to squeeze out a few words: "I just can't answer."

Her words were unclear and somewhat domineering. Li Mushi glanced at her, picked up his bowl, and walked inside: "Is he pursuing you?"

"......"

So, he figured it out?

“I thought I had rejected him before,” Jing Ge said dejectedly. “It would be so awkward to be colleagues with him in the future.”

Li Mushi placed the bowl of soup on the table next to the previous one, and asked indifferently, "Don't you like this type?"

Jingge stared straight at him: "Should I like it?"

"..." Even though Li Mushi was usually very strategic, he paused when she spoke in a questioning tone, not understanding why the girl was suddenly unhappy again.

He could easily sense her emotions, but he didn't quite understand why those emotions arose.

“I’m asking you,” Jingge suddenly said, his tone hard when he didn’t answer, “He just asked me to go rabbit hunting. Did you want me to go?”

Li Mushi's expression remained unchanged: "No."

Jing Ge's expression softened somewhat.

Li Mushi arranged a chair for her to sit down and drink the soup, and said calmly, "He said it's on the next mountain. Currently, it can only be reached on foot. The mountain path is slippery and dangerous. You don't like taking risks and always prefer to play it safe, so I guess you'll refuse."

"......"

“Ask me if you have any questions,” Li Mushi said, sitting down on the sofa. “I might not understand why you’re angry.”

He said that before.

Let her speak her mind; otherwise, if she keeps it bottled up, no one will be there to answer her.

So when she asked him that question, he answered patiently.

Jingge paused for a few seconds: "What if I want to go?"

Li Mushi did not answer such hypothetical questions: "You refused."

Jingge, worn down by his impeccable words, became a little unreasonable: "I just want to go."

"..." Li Mushi's dark eyes scrutinized her for a moment, "As long as your own safety is guaranteed, I support any expression of your free will."

Jing Ge was speechless.

This sentence cannot be explained in just a few words, but Li Mushi believed she could understand it. He tapped his fingers on the table: "Drink soup."

Jingge sat down very quietly, holding the soup bowl she had brought over, and sipped the soup spoonful by spoonful.

After finishing half a bowl of soup, Jing Ge licked his lips: "Including people you like?"

Li Mushi was already busy with work: "Hmm."

Jing Ge: "How do you support whoever I like?"

“If you need,” Li Mushi stated bluntly, “I can help you investigate his family.”

Jing Ge: "But I'm not sure if I like him or not."

The cold light from the computer screen shone on the man's long, thick eyelashes.

Li Mushi said calmly, "You should confirm first."

Jing Ge: "What if the other person doesn't like me? Can you break his legs and force him to like me?"

"..." Li Mushi stopped typing, his eyelids lifted, and he seemed somewhat helpless. "You also need to respect other people's free will."

At this point, he seemed unusually speechless: "Is this pheasant soup poisonous?"

Look at the questions she asked.