LUO YAN made tea sandwiches, something small that could easily be eaten. After he's done, he made tea. Put them all on a tray and carry it easily.
"Second young master, let me carry that for you," a maid said who had been fiddling around the kitchen since he entered earlier.
The maid was probably worried that he might burn himself. Seriously, no matter how many times he made something in the kitchen, these maids always think that he would break. Like some kind of porcelain. Well, not that he blamed them. For them, his image would probably always be that of a frail child.
"It's okay. I can do it," he said, smiling kindly at the maid.
Then he walked out of the kitchen. When he reached the front of the study, he asked a passing maid to knock on the door. And so, she did.
"Come in," called his father's cold voice.
"Do you want me to carry that tray for you, second young master?" the maid who passed by asked.
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