We usually have breakfast in bed in weekends or when we're both off-work during weekdays. Zak loves it so much. When it's K's turn to prepare the breakfast, I stay in bed shouting to K what I prefer to eat: Can I have fried rice please? With fried jijing, tsokolate, and pandesal? Thanks! K would shout as well, OK! Coming! Then zak props up the pillows in bed, sits comfortably and takes his usual porridge and juice or water while I get my soggy weetabix with bananas floating all over it, a cup of coffee and warmed croissants.
So much for shouting jijing.
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