
“Sofie,” I yelled for her at the top of my voice from the kitchen. I turned on the gas stove as I put the pan on it to fry the rice.
A shrill, loud voice came from upstairs.”What??”
“Come downstairs NOW!”
Sofie groaned as I heard her footsteps coming closer to the kitchen.
“Make the salsa for the rice.”
“Got it, boss.” I chuckled hearing this.



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