When she opened her eyes, she can still smell the lingering scent of food being cooked. But it being mild, she knew that the cooking was already done for quite a while now. And feeling as there were no longer any other movements outside, she can tell that she was already alone.
She stood and cleaned herself, checking the time, it was already half past seven in the morning. Stepping out of her bedroom, she saw the covered plates in the kitchen counter.
'Hmmm... with that brat's pride, I don't think she was the one who cooked, she might be young but kids her age could cook if they put their mind into it. So I guess it must have been him,' she thought as she walked up to the kitchen counter and sat down in the high chair.
It was a simple breakfast, fried rice with egg and soup, 'The utensils he used aren't little and the time it took him to cook all these would be at least half an hour.'
As she eat a mouthful, she looked up at the sink, 'He also washed what he had used.'
