Are these for Ren Mengsheng?!
Facing the quiet, empty kitchen, Hirvan cast a questioning glance at Uncle Tian, who was preparing tea on the other side of the room.
"Where are Aunt Mo and Aunt Wang?" Hirvan asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"They are on leave, young master."
"Oh, I thought I could see them…"
Hirvan paused, disappointment flickering across his face. He had taken them into account when he said he would make two desserts. Now, without their help, it seemed he was in for a long evening in the kitchen alone.
The thought of tackling the task solo made his shoulder slump briefly but quickly put aside his laziness. Hirvan rolled up his sleeves and began to gather the ingredients. Fortunately, in the Ashford mansion's kitchen, the cabinets and fridge were fully stocked, making his process smother.