"Now that hits the spot."
We looked at the man we are sharing our seat and meal with leaned on his chair and patted his stomach.
"Nothing beats a full meal with rice. Too bad Auralians are not used to eating rice, huh?"
I nodded and smiled as I looked at my cleaned plate, "Indeed, sir. We are used to bread, potatoes, and maybe whole wheat but never rice. We see it as a delicacy than a normal part of the meal."
"We can't stay here for too long," Morris reminded me after he finished his haluhalo, "It's almost one."
I looked at my watch, and indeed, it is twenty minutes before the designated time that we will meet the president himself, and I don't want to make it look like our foster mother raised us to be unpunctual.
"Oh, going so soon? But we just met," the man said sadly as he raise
