The next day. In the kitchen, was she and the master was approaching. He told her to stop and kneel. She wondered why. She was making breakfast. She did as she was told and waited. He stood and stood. Three minutes passed and yet she stayed on the kitchen floor looking down at his slender toes. He lent her his hand she took it, stood up and looked at the burned food, disappointed. With a smile, he told her to serve it. She did so, saddened. She fed him the burned food, waiting. He replied with a grunt and a smile. He was pleased. He said, "Now that's the taste of obedience". And she was happy.
