GOOD COOK

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It was a bright morning, the birds’ voices could be heard, the leaves were also falling down from the trees. Professor MacPherson stood up from his bed, he gazed at the wall clock. “It’s just 6:05 am,” professor MacPherson muttered. He undressed and was putting on only a pair of boxer shorts. He wore his slippers and sauntered out of his room. “Good morning, dad,” Ayla said when she saw professor MacPherson.

“Good morning, Ayla; how was the night?” professor MacPherson said. “It was fine, dad,” Ayla said. Professor MacPherson left the sitting room for the bathroom. When he got to the bathroom, he removed the towel tied round his waist and took his bath. Ayla could hear the knocks from the door. She stood up from her couch and said, “Hold on!”

Ayla walked towards the pithead and opened the door. She could see Landon standing in front, clutching a basket. “Good morning, Ayla,” Landon said. “Good morning, Landon,” Ayla sa