Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

In the back of the room, where the book was stretched multiple times, a banquet seat was provided. It looked more like a banquet seat than a tea party, for a cat and cat (Maomao).

(Sounds like Yanan)

On the carpet is laid, sweets and tea are placed.

At the center was a chessboard, with a little dirty old man on the board and a stranger. This was another grandfather who didn't look very pretty. Needless to say, little dirty old man is a freak army teacher. The other...

(Is that the grandfather of the chess opponent?)

It is rare that you die at the age of eighty. The man, who would have been quite great in the past, is now hip bent and his whole body is shivering. On the right hand side he had a wand that looked sturdy and behind it a worryingly middle-aged man looked.

"I brought you -"

Sparrow (Chue) raises his hand vigorously. The escort is also following Li Bai (rehab).

To the voice of the sparrow, it is the little dirty old man who takes his eyes off the chessboard.

"Stay, stay..."

A freak army teacher almost said. But blocked on the way.

An old man had a cane. The wand is struck on the floor. It was momentum that the wand would have broken without the thick carpet.

"In the game!

There was so much core that I didn't think of it as a voice coming out of my frightened grandfather. I heard Lu Rhythm wouldn't turn around, but the word seems to make sure I can hear it. The old man held a pawn and pointed with a pleasant sound.

The one-eyed freak also returns his gaze to the chessboard as his eyes narrow. Concentrate on the plate as you wave your hands on the cat and cat only.

"That's a pretty good one."

A sparrow that snags with a firm face.

"I don't know what that means, but hey, you know what I mean?

Ha ha, a luxury white laughing like a good man.

"Somehow airy"

The sparrow didn't even know what it meant. He was just saying what he wanted to say. It's the usual sparrow.

"Come on, let's have some tea, too, Mr. Cat. Otherwise, Mr. Sparrow can't eat refreshments (snacks)."

Even in the hot west capital during the day, it's easy to spend if you keep wind streets well. Is it because there is no moisture?

But you're rich.

The carpet is splendid because it was originally called a luxury store. The light texture is silky. The surface is woven with a fine pattern and further embroidered.

(Even though they spill it)

A freak army teacher is eating a bun, pointing to chess. I'm just wondering if the filling is sweet or spicy with no utensils or fillings.

Replenishing the confectionery that a freak army teacher is eating is a deputy who seems to have a lot of difficulty. As always, cats and cats don't know their names, and even if they ask, they forget.

"Haha, that sounds tough, Mr. Sound Fucking (Onsoo) is"

Liquidity to treat as other personnel. He looks familiar because he's the same martial artist.

Sound manipulation and manipulation make servants who were nearby prepare meals when they notice cats and cats.

"I'm sorry. He said he was here."

Are you used to apologizing, the sound of bowing your head at a clean angle.

(This is good people)

I apologize the way my mistress seems to want it. Not so young as a young build, but low on the hips, which is why he doesn't seem incompetent, and can be used when unfamiliar prostitutes piss off guests.

Note that if you are a real complainant (Kramer), throw it outside the store with or without a man.

(If you're willing to transfer, let me introduce you)

Apologists in the brothel mostly suffer from stomach, but it should be easier than being at the source of a freak army teacher.

Mr. Nong has not yet come to the Tea Party seat. Or maybe he won't come.

(If we're getting together weirdly, I'm going to buy another yakuza)

If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have come, so I'd have to gather information with the cats and cats.

Anyway, I decided to have a meal because nothing seems to be done until after chess.

"Cat, cat, this baked treat is great."

"You're already eating. Mr. Sparrow."

"It's toxic."

"You can do it yourself"

It's really more of a feast than a tea party. The food keeps getting carried away. There is no such thing as sad liquor.

As I pinched the bun with the little one, sound manipulation came again.

"Here you go, if you like"

"What is it?

What Sound Fucking brought is a book. It was made of parchment, and the contents were a short collection of stories. I would have liked the herbal drawings and the medical books if possible, but not the hobbies.

"I'll bring you any other books you need. Or would you prefer board games or cards (cards)?

I think cats and cats are weird because I care strangely.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

"No, the..."

Sound manipulation is kind of oddly toothless.

"Rahan (Lakan) and Adult Lin (Lin Ta-taen) started pointing to it about a while ago -"

"But?

"I think it will take at least two o'clock for you two to point out."

"Two o'clock..."

"Note that you on the moon came a little before your cat and cat, and you left. I have a lot of work to do, so I'm supposed to call you when I'm done."

Mr. Nong has no free time. I think it's a reasonable story, but then why won't you return the cat or cat? I'm too busy loving herbs, practicing, and making tea.

"Can I go home now? Call me when it's time."

Grab a plate of fruit and buns for takeaway. The doctor will be happy to eat.

"No. When I get back here, Rahan's concentration will run out. If you refer to weird chess, Adult Lin will also fall asleep tired"

(No, make it a pain in the ass)

If it was eighty in the first place and I kept pointing to chess at two o'clock, cats and cats would be worried about falling in like that.

(I can't go home in a different way)

The cat and cat decided to watch the old man not fall.