Hanzo and Meyra just came out of their room in their usual neat clothes. They were surprised by the presence of their son who was already sitting at the dining table and alone.
"Hey, good morning Niel."
"Good morning, son."
Daniel, who was playing with his phone, immediately turned around when he saw his parents who had just arrived. The man pursed the corners of his lips, "Good morning too, Mom, Dad."
"You are alone, Niel," Meyra said to her son. "Where's Ametsa?"
"She just woke up, maybe she's taking a shower now," Daniel replied with a shrug. "It will be down in a minute."
Hearing the answer from her son, Meyra immediately nodded her head before finally seeing the food that was served in front of the three of them.
"Smells good," Hanzo said as he inhaled the smell of his food. "Who's cooking this time?"
"Daniel cooks, sir," said a waiter who had just arrived to deliver a bowl of freshly cooked food. "He forced me not to cook because I looked sick."