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The next morning Vida left the room still scared. The house was quiet as usual. She then stepped outside and saw her father still sleeping on the sofa, snoring loudly. 

She took a deep breath, then immediately headed for the kitchen and prepared breakfast. It was still half past six in the morning. Vida looked at the rice cooker and found that there was still a lot of leftover rice from last night. Her father might decide to eat instant noodles so the rice is not touched. What a coincidence. With that Vida would be able to make fried rice for breakfast. Today is Sunday, so she doesn't need to rush to get ready to go to work.

A few minutes later, the smell of fragrant fried rice filled the tiny house, waking her father. The middle-aged man stepped, still half asleep towards the kitchen.

"You're up so early," her father greeted hoarsely, smiling as he sat down at the kitchen table.

Vida observed her father and was grateful that it seemed the alcohol ef