The man behind the desk looked up and happened to catch sight of the two plates of delicate pastries on the tray. His gaze suddenly froze. "Wait, these...?"
Butler Lu chuckled inwardly, but his face remained exceptionally benevolent.
"You were drunk before, Young Master, and kept mumbling that you wanted some pastries and sago dessert, so I had Mama Zhang make some tonight."
When Huo Sihan heard that Mama Zhang had made them, a barely perceptible trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes.
"Young Master?"
Seeing him stare blankly at the pastries, Butler Lu thought to himself, Just as I thought.
Indeed, Young Master treasured these things. Indeed, he liked Madam.
"Bring them over."
Butler Lu hurried over and placed the pastries from the plate in front of him.
Huo Sihan stared at them seriously for a while before finally reaching out, pinching off a piece, and tasting it.
Too sweet.
His brows drew together slightly.
He did not like this flavor.
He took another sip of the sago dessert.
Still too sweet.
Even so, he continued unhurriedly, sweeping all the pastries and sago dessert into his stomach.
Butler Lu watched from the side with satisfaction and did not forget to explain, "This is Mama Zhang's first time making these pastries and sago dessert, so they may not be as good as Madam's. Madam's desserts are sweet without being cloying, and her pastries are soft and fluffy, making them very delicious."
Huo Sihan suddenly felt displeased. "You've eaten them?"
Butler Lu's smile became even more benevolent. "Sometimes Madam makes extra and gives some to everyone."
"Really?"
For some reason, Huo Sihan felt a little disappointed inside.
So... she had not made them especially for him.
He had merely been an extra.
So, even if he did not eat them, there