"Okay, I'm watching. Make it fast, don't take long. Soon it will be time for Raffa to take his medicine.”

He put his palms in a salute to me, again making me roll my eyes.

After that, as if being a chef suited his profession apart from being a businessman, he started preparing the ingredients for making porridge.

I winced in confusion as I watched him take out the carrots and potatoes. Then cut it into small squares.

"What are the vegetables for?" I asked.

"Make it mixed into the porridge. We make vegetable porridge for Raffa. Plus the chicken of course."

"Raffa can't eat the greasy stuff first if...