Chapter 270 - You Can’t Handle Spice? (1/2)

“Really?” Li Xueqing was overjoyed. Her initial awful feelings were replaced by delightful ones. “It’s wonderful! Mom, I love you!”

Fang Zhili smiled. “Your Uncle Mu is making arrangements now. Once everything is settled, I’ll let you know again. Alright, that’s all for now. Come home earlier tonight for dinner.”

“Mm!” Li Xueqing was almost squealing. “I’ll get preparing then, Muah!”

This was the first time—in both lifetimes—that they were announcing their relationship so openly.

When she got into Mu Donglin’s car, Li Beinian asked, “You were the one who sent the flowers?”

Mu Donglin turned to look at her. “Did you like it?”

It was obvious he was behind this now.

For some reason, Li Beinian felt a little disappointed.

She nodded and turned away quickly.

Mu Donglin narrowed his eyes. “Who did you wish it was from?”

Li Beinian turned to look at him and gave a wry smile. “What a waste of your money and others’ efforts.”

Mu Donglin tossed the feeling aside and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“I’m deciding?”

“It’s all up to you.”

“I want something spicy.” Li Beinian smiled and said, “Since I’m the one deciding, then let’s have steamboat.”

Mu Donglin couldn’t handle spice.

Not even a little bit.

Upon hearing Li Beinian’s decision, Mu Donglin’s expression stiffened.

Li Beinian was oddly excited, but she quickly turned away, pretending not to see his look.

When they arrived, Li Beinian decisively ordered an ultra-spicy steamboat.

Right after placing the order, she saw that Mu Donglin appeared rather ashen.

She seemed to have come to a realization. “Oh right, I didn’t ask if you could take spice. You should be…” She paused there as she looked at him with wide innocent eyes, “… alright with it?”

Mu Donglin pursed his lips as he looked at her expression.

He held his teacup up and said, “I’m not too good at handling the spice. But it’s alright, as long as you like it.”

“Oh… then let’s change the order. We’ll call the attendant over and order a different soup base?”

“It’s alright.” Mu Donglin looked at her. “Whatever you like can’t be too bad.”