Austin asked Isabella gently.

She hummed mildly before saying, “It’s slightly better than the first time you made them, but there’s still room for improvement.”

“Thank you, Ms. Isabella.”

She did not mention the problem and instead said there was still room for improvement. It was clear she did not want him to get too proud of himself. In reality, she was quite satisfied with the pastries he made today.

Isabella turned to the little ones. “Louis, Phillip, go back with Austin. Don’t wait for