THE GREATEST FIGHTER

Chapter #53

A silky softness, on the western horizon, has glowed. As usual, Mr. Badri made porridge in a small cauldron while whistling. Mr. Badri's whistling seemed to echo throughout the surrounding world.

Brandon, who was still fast asleep, was awakened by Mr. Badri's whistling.

Brandon snorted in annoyance at the whistling that woke him up.

"Oh my! What's that noise? It looks like whistling, but whose whistling so loud and so early?" Brandon grumbled.

Brandon got up from his sleep and walked out of the hut.

He was curious about the whistling sound that he heard so loudly.

When Brandon was outside the hut, he saw Mr. Badri stirring rice porridge while whistling.

"Oh my! It's you whistling, Mr. Badri! Early in the morning like this, you're making noise in this quiet place," Brandon grumbled.

Mr. Badri ignored Brandon, who was irritated by his whistling.

He continued to stir his rice porridge until it was cooked.

Then Mr. Badri offered the porridge to Brandon.

"The rice porridge is cooked, d