Chapter 14.

"There's no one! Maybe it's just the leaves rustling!" Maxime returned to the kitchen. In an instant, the fragrant aroma of fried cassava filled the kitchen, making his mouth water. Maxime couldn't wait. He immediately took the cooked cassava and inhaled the warm aroma while smiling with satisfaction.

"With a little creativity, this morning will be more special," muttered Maxime, while eating crunchy and tasty cassava as a complement to his hot tea.

"Life is delicious if we can be grateful for it," muttered Maxime, feeling incomparable pleasure.

"Hopefully, in the future, I can be like a grandfather who is still useful to other people even though his body is gone. Maxime is grateful to have met someone as good as your grandfather," muttered Maxime, stroking Grandpa Ernest's clothes which he was now wearing.

As the day wore on, Maxime returned to his activities in the garden. He planted the cut cassava stems one by one with great hope, "Hopefully your cassava will grow well and wil