Alfred woke up when he smelled something nice coming from the kitchen. He got up from his bed and rubbed his eyes. He went to balcony to feel the sun’s warmth. After doing that, he went downstairs.
“Good morning,” he said while yawning.
“Oh, good morning too, Alfred,” Malea greeted him back while frying the rice.
“What are you cooking?” He asked her.
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