Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 309 - 200: Tofu Shop, Virtue Retreat Proprietor [Second Update]

At this moment, he had one foot up on the chair beside him, his knee crossing the table, revealing a small section, sitting in a bold and unrestrained manner. His jacket zipper was open, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, exposing firm, cold muscle lines, and his right hand casually held a pair of exquisitely crafted wooden chopsticks.

On the table in front of him were dishes with exquisite presentation, looking indistinct from afar, but certainly not the kind of dishes that should be in such a small shop.

The scene was so out of place, it was absurd.

This young man, suave and charming, just one glance could make a person feel a strong sense of goodwill. Yet, his actions were hard to accept—

"Is this fit for human consumption?"

"Arranged like this, who would want to pick it up with chopsticks?"

"Are you taste-blind or have Parkinson’s that you can’t even season simple ingredients properly?"

"Not up to standard in appearance, get lost."

...

One dish after another was brought to the table, each taken away in turn.

He rejected more than half the dishes with "not up to standard in appearance" as the reason, as if even moving a chopstick was an insult to him. And those he barely decided to try mostly received bad reviews.

If it were on a food delivery app, it would definitely be suspected of malicious bad reviews or being a professional hater.

"This..."

"This..."

Two girls stood at the door, suddenly silent, awkwardly twisting their necks, their eyes meeting, puzzled.

The moment they spoke, the young man who was criticizing various dishes with an impatient manner suddenly looked up, his gaze shot toward the door.

Hit by his pressure-loaded stare, the two girls shuddered, turned around, and wanted to flee.

Unexpectedly—

This petty, picky young master, with his exasperated demeanor but naturally charming eyebrows, changed his expression the moment he saw them, revealing a warm, dazzling smile.

"Oh, customers are here."

Throwing the chopsticks aside, the young man parted the path through the obstructing diners, striding toward the door with an enthusiastic greeting attitude, smiling so broadly that neither young nor old could resist, "Ladies, what would you like?"

"Wh-what does the store sell?"

Frightened by his demeanor, the girl tightly clutched her companion’s hand, stammering out her inquiry.

The two girls wanted to cry but had no tears.

Could they have encountered a lunatic?

"Our store serves a limited supply of special sweet tofu pudding every morning at seven. Additionally, we offer various noodles, like steamed dumplings, knife-cut noodles, hand-pulled noodles, Roujiamo..."

After rattling off a list of foods fluently, the young man switched his tone, smiling pleasantly, "The menu varies daily, all according to our chef’s mood. But since our chef isn’t here at the moment—"

The young man smiled with narrowed eyes, "There’s still a bit of tofu, dried tofu, and tofu skin left, do you need any?"

"..."

The two girls were entirely speechless.

Three minutes later, each walked out carrying a bag of dried tofu, supporting each other, quivering.

"Why did you buy it?" the girl tugged on her companion, her voice on the verge of tears.

"I don’t know, he smiled so nicely, my head nodded without my consent." Her companion was reduced to tears, "Why did you buy it too?"

"I couldn’t control myself either..."

The two exchanged a glance, feeling rather complicated, and quickly walked away.

Meanwhile—

A luxury car parked outside the Tofu Shop.

An elder first stepped out, followed by two men in black, each carrying two wooden food boxes.

The three didn’t enter immediately but waited at the doorway.

People in chef uniforms lined up, walking out of the shop one after another, all looking dejected but without a trace of complaint or anger.

As they passed by, each nodded to the elder, then headed towards a four-story restaurant diagonally opposite—Virtue Retreat.

Once they all left, the elder shook his head with a sigh and then walked into the Tofu Shop’s door.

"Master!"

As soon as the elder walked in, he greeted the young man.

At this time, the young man was casually leaning by the table, one leg straight and the other bent, standing in a slovenly manner. He held a purple clay teapot, pouring half a cup of tea, raised his head, and the tea entered his mouth, washing away the flavors within.

Not satisfied, after tossing the tea set back on the table, he pulled out two pieces of chewing gum from his pocket, tore them open, and tossed the gum into his mouth.

After finishing all this, the young man arched an eyebrow and asked the elder, "Where’s my mentor-uncle?"

"I heard they’ll be here soon—"

The elder lowered his eyes and was about to answer when he was interrupted.

"Here."

A lazily familiar tone drifted in from the doorway.

Everyone in the shop turned to look, only to see a tall figure step in from outside, dashing and poised, with an innate sense of distance, yet incredibly beautiful, astonishingly so.

On her shoulder perched an eagle, utterly motionless, exuding a "cool" vibe.

Seeing her, the young man instantly brightened, "Mentor-uncle!"

"Just you," Nora casually stood, her gaze sweeping around the shop, raising an eyebrow, "Where’s my cook?"

Benjamin picked up a new teacup, poured tea, walked over happily filing a complaint, "No business, skipped work."

"Dock his pay."

Casually receiving the diligently offered tea, Nora remarked indifferently.

Benjamin quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes! Dock it all!"

"Miss Scott."

Seeing Nora, the elder greeted her with a smile, courteous and respectful.

Briefly eyeing him, Nora chuckled lightly, "Steward Durant is here too?"

The elder explained, "Master said you were weary from travel and needed something good to eat."

As he finished, the young man with the food boxes knowingly chose a table and began laying out one dish after another.

"Had your chef make it specially and send it here?"

Nora glanced sideways at Benjamin.

"Yes, Virtue Retreat still needs to refine their skills." Benjamin nodded, showing no concern for the ’extravagant’ act.

"..."

Long used to Master Durant’s lavish lifestyle, Nora shrugged, offering no comment.

Once the dishes were arranged, Steward Durant didn’t linger, leading the two men in black out. Meanwhile, those who brought Nora over, like the chubby guys, remained outside, sitting or standing, and under no circumstances dared to enter freely.

Master Durant had declared them too vulgar for this establishment.

Though upset, they dared not defy him.

With the shop empty, Nora didn’t rush to eat; instead, she wandered around the shop before washing her hands in the kitchen and then slowly strolled back out.

The Durant Family’s young master, who had previously been showcasing himself to the chefs, now trailed obediently behind Nora, eagerly narrating—how he had prevented the tasteless Humphrey, the chef, from messing with the shop’s décor during her absence.

Arriving at the table adorned with dishes, Nora remained standing.

"Speak, what happened."

Tilting her head, Nora tapped the table lightly with a curled finger, seeing Benjamin’s smile freeze momentarily.

Nora narrowed her eyes, dragging her tone as she asked, "Where is he?"