Mary Albert's life is noisy but full of sails.
I made friends who were obnoxious or crying immediately, and more people understood me. There is no more gaze of jealousy that was once directed at her, no more pussies pointing to it, although she is still a 'stranger', and it has recently been favourably accepted that 'such a place seems to be her'.
And more importantly... my beloved husband will always be next door. From the time he was born, on the contrary, from the time before he was born, he thought of himself first and stayed next to him, and now that he's bonded, he gives me love.
Wanting something more is arrogance.
But still, it's people who want more than that.
"That's why I'm going to make the migratory bird bowl store fully open!
"So why do you come to that conclusion?"
I assure you, Mary, I'll give it back to you whenever I tell you that Addy is stunned.
The place is in the middle of a garden of the Albert family, long idle tea time for the two of us after lunch.
"You're still not willing to give up, are you?"
I sighed utterly, and Addy takes the teapot.
He poured tea into the teacup with grace and gently offered it before Mary.
In contrast, Mary ran out with a clear expression of "I have no reason to give up." Then I take the teapot in my hand to imitate Addy earlier, to brew him some tea, of course.
"We're making steady sales in the North, and we're going to multiply this momentum to have stores downtown!
Tilt the teapot and pour the tea while you talk like that.
Because I'm not used to it. It's hard to say that tea jumps in the cup and is graceful for flattery, but well, there won't be a problem. It makes sense to brew.
Besides, even if it is poured full of surface tension, it is safe if it is not zeroed.
So I cut it off and offer the teacup in front of Addy, which I poured out to the audience.
"Don't you have anything to be busy with when your daughter wants to? Anyway, this time it's over."
To put it mildly, Addy took one chiffon cake from the cake stand placed in the center of the table and transferred it to the plate.
Add cream to the sides and draw waves with berry sauce to draw thin lines from the top. What a tame move. A delicious looking chiffon cake, baked plump, irritates his appetite with a gleam like a work of art by his hands.
They offered it, and Mary reached out to her empty plate as she thanked and received it.
"Oh, excuse me. When did I commit such a mistake this time?"
"Mezzanine fall"
"Stop."
He refused if he didn't want to hear it, and Mary turned her gaze to the cake stand.
That's how I take one chiffon cake like Addy did earlier. At that time, I got a little out of balance and the cake collapsed, but, well, it'll be fine.
"It's well equipped, the interior is stylish, it's just the ideal migratory bird bowl shop"
Mary talks about the interior of the store while wearing raw cream. I made a bottomless and unintentional landing the moment I tipped the spoon to lean against the chiffon cake, but this would be okay too.
The viscous sauce, which is difficult to describe as liquid, is difficult to handle and has been concentrated with Doba. The middle of the chiffon cake stains red.
That's how I realized that the dish had a sight that I couldn't even flatter for sounding delicious.
Chiffon cake lying unbroken, bright red berry sauce on a luxurious point, and a cream that still fades away to the soot on the plate.
After all, I don't think it's a plate with cake on it. This is more like...,
"The Chiffon Cake murder, the killer's cream is on the run right now!
How ominous! and to Mary drifting disturbing air, Addy, who was listening, sighed lightly, and took a leopard and a plate from Mary's hand.
"Addy, that's not pretty. It's a little crime scene."
"Really? That's crazy, it looks like the best thing in the world to me."
"... looks delicious?
"That's right. If it's a cake served by a loved one, it looks delicious, whatever it is at the crime scene."
Mary's cheeks stain pop on this gentle word of Addy.
What a sweet air to say you haven't had a bite of cake yet. Eat the cake he served me accidentally. The well-worn berry sauce gives it a moderate acidity, which also turns into sweetness.
But when I enjoyed nearly half of the chiffon cake, Mary muttered, "But hey," because even after so much sweet time, there are still seeds of troubles that I can't immerse myself in.
"Distribution route, is it"
What Addy said was that for a while from long idle tea time, because of it, a walk was decided to go see a migratory bird bowl shop.
Mary, walking next door, nodded cocklessly at this, then sighed to complain that she was coming.
Za and the wind blow through to show its troubles and the stiffness in the chest, and the hair of the silver thread dances. Holding it down with one hand and sighing is a troubling worrying young lady no matter who sees it.
Looking sideways at Mary like that, Addy looked up into the sky, "You have a strong wind today," he said.
Hard to say sunny, the sunlight is blocked by clouds that cover the sky. Even though it's still early time for the sun to go down, it's dim and the wind blowing through is damp somewhere. This will rain at times.
"Lady, you don't have to go out on a day like this because you're so happy with the de-drilling."
"Oh, excuse me. I didn't go out because of the wind.... Shit, there's another strong wind. My set of hair will mess up!
"I'm happy for a long time"
Shoulder to shoulder that Addy couldn't hang out with Mary, who screamed fun and held her hair back.
"So, we were talking about the distribution route earlier, is there something wrong?
"Yeah, well, that's the story. I'd like to secure the shortest route, but the guy who owns some of the land won't give me a pass. Oh, the wind again."
Hold down the fluffy silver hair with joy, and Mary says, "I'm coming."
"If you're allowed to cross, why don't you just give me the Albert family name?
"Rather, the Albert family name is counterproductive. I've been writing to you many times, and I don't have an island to attach it to."
At present, it is this distribution route that serves as a wall for the migratory bird bowl shop plan.
Other routes are secured as spare, but they will nevertheless travel far from the northern lands to downtown stores. Food is lifelike, and this is where we want to ensure the shortest route.
But the response from those who own the land is always no. I can also force you to accept under the authority of the Albert family, but that's not Mary's hobby.
"It shouldn't be a bad story for the other side either. I don't know if you understand."
Walk around the corner of downtown while sighing.
I don't see the usual buzz because of the weather and everyone walks away early enough to go home before it rains. There are no signs of people, either, as if the businessmanship was a lie when it was clear.
"It's like you think you're being fooled. I just really want to open a migratory bowl shop..."
"Well, but I did get a pass from that Albert family warrant saying, 'I want to open a migratory bird bowl shop, so give me a pass!' Whatever they say, it's hard to believe."
"I couldn't have done it to make ten notes of my passion and vision for the migratory bird bowl shop. If this happens, it's already direct... Yikes!
I had no choice but to persuade him in a direct trial, that's what I called it and Mary screamed high.
Because something big jumped between the building and the building. It's more than one turn larger than my own body. That's what shows up. No, I'm stretching my arms over here.
Mary the boulder could not do this, and the moment she thought she would be grabbed, Gui and I were forced to take her shoulder and pulled back.