immediately she wiped and prepared the dining table. Afterwards, she placed some plates and glasses for the three. She walked back to the kitchen, grabbed the tray and placed the food on top of the table. I think this is good enough. I'm just happy my three nice bosses haven't gone down from their respective rooms. Amara immediately ate. Alexander probably would like my fried chickens; my mom had taught me well before turning me into a good cook even when I was still a young girl. She drank a glass of milk. Mara was really like this, she couldn't eat breakfast without milk. But her breakfast was also her lunch. It's almost twelve o'clock, probably their coming already coming down to eat from my hard work in my own house. Mara endures serving them even if they didn't even show her any sign of kindness or gratitude for her efforts, except when her father was still