"Oh." Upon hearing this name, Joseph Sutton thought it sounded familiar, glanced at Pedro Langley curiously, and asked, "Are you and Pedro Langley from Victor Technology—"
Pedro Langley replied plainly.
Nora Scott listened in bewilderment.
"You didn’t know?" Joseph Sutton looked at her curiously, "Pedro Langley of Victor Technology, the second-in-command who just works and doesn’t show up."
Nora Scott turned to look at Pedro Langley.
So it turns out, the last time Victor Technology participated in the promotion of "Little White Dove," it was not just because of Camilo Nogueira’s close ties with Pedro Langley, but that the company also had a stake belonging to Pedro Langley?
She was just saying, why would Pedro Langley give up his passion to join the entertainment industry...
Meeting her inquisitive gaze, Pedro Langley smiled, "Surprised?"
Nora Scott: "..." With so many companies, aren’t you exhausted.
Pedro Langley asked Joseph Sutton, "Want to join our company?"
Adjusting his glasses, Joseph Sutton replied politely yet firmly, "No, I want to be a teacher."
This answer caught Pedro Langley off guard.
The name Joseph Sutton was quite famous in the field of drones—he had heard about him during Nora Scott’s introduction.
He studied at Fenton University, a genius, and chose to pursue his master’s and doctoral studies after undergraduate, focusing on intelligent drones. He excelled, and the military offered him opportunities many times, hoping he would contribute to military drone research, yet he declined.
He was Camilo Nogueira’s favorite. Recently, Camilo Nogueira had put a lot of effort into attracting him but always ended up empty-handed.
Such a sought-after figure in the industry actually... wants to be a teacher?
Picking up some raisins from the small dish, Nora Scott tossed two into her mouth and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
Joseph Sutton nodded.
"Oh," Nora Scott nodded, not feeling Joseph Sutton was missing out. She casually grabbed a handful of raisins and handed them to Pedro Langley, "The taste is alright."
Joseph Sutton was slightly dissatisfied. Those were his leftover raisins, with only a small amount remaining.
Pedro Langley accepted them with a smile.
Nora Scott slightly tilted her head upward, as she glanced at the few drones carrying fruits and snacks in the yard, casually asking, "How did you get so many drones?"
Silent for a moment, Joseph Sutton pushed the small dish with raisins inside and coldly replied, "Grandpa said, a technologically strong nation stimulates the enthusiasm of the younger generation."
The implication: Forced to do so.
"A long way to go," responded Nora Scott, uninterested in the topic, then shifted her focus to the sugar paintings, "Are there any sugar chunks left?"
As Pedro Langley predicted, all the sugar paintings had been taken, leaving only the tools for sugar painting at the stall.
Joseph Sutton took out a box of sugar chunks from beneath the stall.
The grandpa who made the sugar paintings wasn’t there; he had gone to eat after making a few. Joseph Sutton was forced to distribute the already-made sugar paintings. There were still some sugar chunks left, but he couldn’t paint, so he just left them.
Holding the box of sugar chunks, Nora Scott weighed it in her hand and asked Pedro Langley, "Shall I make it for you?" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Pedro Langley answered without hesitation.
It was all about making it ’personally.’
"Do you want words or patterns?"
"Cartoon image, two—one for you and one for me."
Joseph Sutton: "..." He shouldn’t stand at the stall; he should be among the crowd.
Unexpectedly, there would be a day he could eat the dog food fed by Nora Scott.
Life is truly wonderful.
Nora Scott had learned how to make sugar paintings.
Her hands-on skills had always been strong; she was adept with woodworking and blueprints, and everything else wasn’t challenging for her either.
Putting aside her looks, skills, or talents, the ifs and crafts skills she mastered alone were enough for her to roam far and wide without worrying about starvation.
When she met Pedro Langley, she already knew quite a bit; five years had passed, and she mastered even more now.
—But she learned purely out of interest; once she mastered it, she set it aside, and usually didn’t engage in handiwork.
Melting the sugar, spooning it up, and pouring it onto the slate, all in one go.
She was quite relaxed, with one hand tucked in her pocket and the other hand at work; in the blink of an eye, two cartoon figures took shape. Setting down the spoon, she lifted them with a spatula, attached two bamboo sticks, and the sugar paintings were complete.
The smooth and efficient technique was reminiscent of a veteran artisan with two decades of experience.
Pedro Langley was mesmerized by her operation.
Nora Scott handed over the sugar paintings, eyebrows raised with a touch of pride.
Pedro Langley commented genuinely, curving his lips and accepting the sugar paintings.
The two cartoon figures, both roughly the same size and proportion, one male and one female, wearing similar clothes...
Looked like a couple.
"Fairy, I want one too!"
"I want a Peppa, Miss, Miss, can I have one?"
"Nora can make sugar paintings? I came late, can you make one for my kid?"
In a moment, a crowd surrounded; most of them were children.
Usually seen as impatient, Nora Scott, at this moment, showed surprising patience, agreeing one by one and asking them to wait quietly aside.
Pedro Langley was pushed to the perimeter, neither annoyed nor angry, standing quietly, watching her being surrounded and admired.
Her mood seemed good, her lips curved subtly, effortlessly managing the scene as if playing a game. The warm white light enveloped her face, soft and gentle.
Watching her for a while, Pedro Langley glanced at the sugar painting in his hand out of the corner of his eye, and shortly afterward thought of something, taking out his phone.
Several minutes later—
Friends from various places simultaneously refreshed Pedro Langley’s social media feed.
[Pedro Langley]: Sweet. [Picture]
The picture featured two cartoon figures next to each other, looking like a couple.
The background was blurred, with the sugar painting stall vaguely visible, surrounded by children, and a tall beauty standing behind the stall.
[Camilo Nogueira]: The once low-key and serious you has finally become worldly and childish.
[Frank Ford]: ?? What the hell, you rejected my dinner invite because you were on a date? Is this a sign of going off the market? Can’t you introduce us sometime?
[Katherine Collins]: Calculating, your horoscope is soon having a stroke.
[Isa]: The King Collins’ prophecy came true; who’s the destined woman from two years ago? Begging to see the heroine who can tame Master Pedro!
[Flora Loughton]: Son, don’t be so subtle; if you’re going to post, show a group photo.
Focused on making sugar paintings, Nora Scott was completely unaware of the stir caused by Pedro Langley’s social media post.
About half an hour later, Nora Scott exhausted the remaining sugar chunks, distributing them one by one, and finally paused.
The screen still played the black-and-white movie.
The crowd in the courtyard grew larger, with more people coming to join the fun with bowls in hand.
Her gaze swept across, instinctively seeking out a certain figure, only to easily spot that tall silhouette standing not far away.
Claiming to come for the movie, yet he hadn’t glanced at it once, his deep gaze focused over here, seemingly more drawn to her presence.
His gaze seemed to have warmth, and at the moment of contact, Nora Scott’s heart felt a little scorched.
Averting her eyes for a few seconds, Nora Scott regained composure and walked over calmly.
"Not watching the movie?"
"Listening is the same."
"Making noise." Nora Scott’s lips twitched as she lowered her eyes to the sugar paintings in his hand, "Not eating?"
Pedro Langley replied seriously, "Tried once; can’t bear to bite into them."
Despite her words, the smile in her eyes remained undiminished.
Pedro Langley sincerely said, "It’s the truth."
"Eat it, I’ll make you another next time." Nora Scott smiled, taking a sugar painting directly to his lips, raising her eyebrows, "Open your mouth."
Pedro Langley obediently opened his mouth, bit into the sugar painting, tasting the sweetness with the tip of his tongue.