Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 325 - 208: Pedro Langley Is a Silver-Tongued Pretty Boy

In the retro-styled Tofu Shop, there were two people.

One, around thirty years old, stood at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, remaining silent yet his gaze was heavy and penetrating.

The other, slightly younger, sat in a dining chair not far away with a provocative posture. A ledger was on the table, and a pen was spinning in his hand, while his scrutinizing gaze was wrapped in intense curiosity.

Neither were friendly.

In fact, there was a hint of hostility.

"Pedro Langley."

Nora Scott introduced as she walked in.

Then, without noting the two’s reaction, she introduced to Pedro Langley, "Humphrey Jennings, our chef. Benjamin Durant, our staff... also the receptionist."

The pen stopped spinning, and Benjamin Durant tapped it on the table, raising his eyebrows in this direction.

"Who is he?"

He spoke with a drawl, carrying a bit of provocation and displeasure.

Nora Scott also seemed to sense the off-kilter atmosphere, furrowing her brow, and retorted to Benjamin Durant, "Didn’t you hear?"

Benjamin Durant: "..."

!

Something’s not right!

He only said three words, and his teacher was already snapping at him... Has his teacher ever been so protective?

Standing beside Nora Scott, Pedro Langley’s gaze paused, moved slightly closer to her, and said, not too loudly or softly, without any pretense, "Which one did you call stupid?"

As soon as he spoke, the entire Tofu Shop was enveloped in a stifling and tense atmosphere, the smell of gunpowder immediately spreading, even the air pressure seemed to drop.

Benjamin Durant could hardly believe it—he’d never seen anyone dare to challenge him, Mr. Durant, like this in the vast northwest.

Humphrey Jennings also found it curious, as an unusual expression appeared on his otherwise calm face.

"Oh," Nora Scott glanced at Benjamin Durant, indicating, "the one sitting down."

"What do you mean?"

With a smack on the table, Benjamin Durant suddenly stood up, his gaze full of thorns darted at Pedro Langley.

Such audacity!

And even insulting him face-to-face?

Nora Scott’s icy gaze swept over, her voice carrying a warning, "About the things you were causing trouble for me with."

"..."

Mentioning this, Benjamin Durant couldn’t help but feel guilty, pursing his lips; the defiance he had shown was suitably retracted, grumbling without much confidence, "Why are you even telling unrelated people about this?"

"He’s the one pressuring with the dirt."

"..."

Benjamin Durant was left speechless.

Damn?

His neck stiffened, he twisted his head awkwardly to look at Humphrey Jennings behind. Humphrey Jennings, without saying a word, loosened his arms and walked into the kitchen.

"Here then."

Nora Scott picked a dining table and pointed to the seat opposite while pulling out a chair.

Pedro Langley said nothing, obediently taking the seat opposite.

At this moment, Benjamin Durant strolled over with a pretentious demeanor, inspecting Pedro Langley back and forth as he passed, not stopping until he thought he could make him uncomfortable, finally pausing beside Nora Scott.

With one hand in his pocket, he leaned down slightly and asked Nora Scott, "Is he your manager?"

"..."

Nora Scott ignored him.

"This guy won’t do, just look at him..." Benjamin Durant deliberately paused, clicked his tongue, and commented, "Unreliable, untrustworthy."

"Is there anyone less reliable, less trustworthy than you?" Nora Scott raised her gaze, calmly retorting.

"..."

Benjamin Durant’s eyes widened in disbelief—his teacher snapped at him again!

"Go make tea."

With a tap on the tea set, Nora Scott gestured for him to go away.

Is something in the air this morning?

Can’t he let Pedro Langley see the warm and friendly attitude their shop has?

Annoying.

"What kind of tea?"

Just then, Pedro Langley suddenly asked.

"Wuyiel Da Hong Pao, Golden Eyebrow, Cloudland Pu’er, West Lake Dragon Well, White Hair Silver Needle..." he rattled off.

Having listed various tea names in one breath, Benjamin Durant took a breath, leaned on the table, smiled at Pedro Langley, and leaned forward, "Our shop has everything, what would you like?"

Pedro Langley lifted his eyelids, looking at his smug expression, calmly said, "One of each."

"..."

Benjamin Durant’s provoking smile froze on that flamboyant face.

???

Bro, have some dignity!

Looking back at Nora Scott—

Benjamin Durant was incredulous to discover that, in the face of Pedro Langley’s rather store-wrecking behavior, Nora Scott not only wasn’t upset but was actually... smiling?!

*

Seething with anger, Benjamin Durant went back to the kitchen with a stony face.

"There’s something fishy! Definitely something fishy!" He tossed the tea set onto the table, gritting his teeth and accusing, "That despicable pretty boy must have used some dirty trick to deceive my pure and straightforward, genuine mentor."

"..."

Humphrey Jennings paused from scooping up noodles, casting two probing glances his way.

Benjamin Durant exaggerated the story of Pedro Langley’s actions just now and ended with a face full of pain, "You know what kind of person my mentor is, usually, she would have already clapped back with something like ’Why don’t you take a bath in tea before coming back?’—"

After taking a breath, Benjamin Durant paused, shocked, "And yet she was smiling! She, was, smiling! Can you believe that?"

"... Nope."

His gaze hardened, and Humphrey Jennings frowned slightly.

"Also, just as we analyzed earlier—"

Mr. Durant was so furious that his hands were shaky while grabbing the tea can, gritting his teeth, "Usually when she brings friends over for meals, it’s all about eating whatever’s in the kitchen. When have you ever seen her be so thoughtful, reminding you the night before about what her friends want to eat?"

"That pretty boy is so over the top, ordering buns and jelly noodles wasn’t enough; he wanted sesame pancakes, shrimp dumplings, and meat flatbreads too. With a picky mouth like that, why doesn’t he open his own restaurant?"

Mr. Durant, furious, couldn’t stop talking, grabbing a handful of Dahongpao tea leaves and throwing them into the teapot, wishing he could throw them harder, as if the tea leaves were made of blades, to stab that annoying man in the store.

"... Those are all Nora Scott’s favorite foods."

As he put the noodles into ice water, Humphrey Jennings’s voice was slightly chilly, carrying a deeper meaning.

All of those are Nora Scott’s favorites.

Yet, they were ordered by Pedro Langley.

This coincidence inevitably invites deep thought.

"Holy crap, is he indirectly trying to please my mentor?" Benjamin Durant came to a realization, startled, "This guy looks all righteous, but he’s so cunning! My mentor definitely can’t beat him!"

Turning off the gas stove, Humphrey Jennings picked up two steamers of freshly made buns, placed them on the table, and pushed them toward Benjamin Durant.

"Go deliver breakfast."

Benjamin Durant frowned, "That bastard is too annoying, I’m not going."

In a low voice, Humphrey Jennings said, "Keep an eye on them."

"... Okay."

Rolling up his sleeves, Benjamin Durant obediently picked up the two steamers of buns and walked out of the kitchen.

Going back and forth, Benjamin Durant acted as a porter while also being in charge of "listening."

But soon enough, he couldn’t stand it anymore and stormed back into the kitchen.

"Humphrey, this damn bastard is really a piece of work!"

"You know why he only ordered one portion of jelly noodles? To share with my mentor! The problem is my mentor actually went for it! She, ate, it!"

"Just now! He took a bite of the sesame pancake and said it wasn’t good. My mentor trusts your cooking skills so much that she asked directly. And this bastard actually passed the pancake to her mouth—and she took a bite!"

"Ha! It’s really strange, my hot-tempered mentor didn’t flip the table! She just gave him a couple of snappy remarks, can you believe it?!"

"It’s just breakfast, yet this bastard knows how to play, serving up a whole set of tricks, sweet-talking, using plots and schemes... And my naïve mentor just keeps falling into them."

"This must be some sort of love expert, tempted by my uncle’s good looks, clearly not genuine."

"Damn it, gotta find a way to take him down!"

...

With a "slap," a towel was thrown on the table, bringing Benjamin Durant to a timely pause.

Raising his gaze, he saw Humphrey Jennings looking grim, his brows darkened, exuding a chilling murderous aura, even his gaze carrying deadly intent.

He picked up two bowls of freshly seasoned tofu pudding and headed out.

"Humphrey, if you’re gonna take him down, do it behind my mentor’s back, not in front of her."

As he passed by, Benjamin Durant quickly grabbed his arm.

Humphrey Jennings paused, glaring at him, "Did I say I was going to take him down?"

"..."

You didn’t say it, but you showed it!

Just look at your expression, listen to your tone... people would believe you came straight out of hell!

"I’m going to deliver the tofu pudding."

With a cold voice, Humphrey Jennings threw down his words and with a shake of his arm, directly dislodged Benjamin Durant’s grip.

"..."

As Benjamin Durant’s hand fell away, he glanced at Humphrey Jennings’s back and felt the hard muscles of Humphrey Jennings’s arm.

He figured: With one punch from Humphrey Jennings, that pretty boy would have to go straight to the ICU ward.