Ike's faithful maid, Satie, has somewhere to be missing.

The so-called natural one, occasionally, acts out of between.

For example, one day when she went shopping in the city, she went into this behavior.

Satti goes to the butcher shop on the market to behave handily to Ike, her favorite husband.

But the butcher, a butcher run by a shopkeeper who had emigrated from an exotic land, could not speak the standard language of this country.

This butcher is a foreigner's main customer.

Normally, I would change the store, but Satti decided to buy the meat in gestures instead of mesmerizing.

The meat in this store has a reputation for being delicious.

First of all, I wanted to make a cow tanstew, so I'll give you my own tongue.

Did the shopkeeper understand that or gave away the fine cow tongue?

I could sift a delicious tan stew to Ike that night.

The following week, Satti went out to buy chicken breasts to make a sautéed chicken.

Satti pointed at her own chest, even with a slight red tide on her face.

But I can't quite convey my intentions to the store owner. I couldn't help it, so I pointed to it when I let my chest snap a little, and I made a bird snarl.

The shopkeeper gazed softly at Sati's breasts and gave way to the chicken breast.

That night, Ike had a delicious sautéed chicken.

Further the following week, Satti went to the market to make fried chicken from Ike.

The store owner has been nibbling from the start.

Satti gently skirts the chicken thighs to get them to give way.

To show the thighs in the skirt --, not to lift and greet the hem.

"Nice to meet you," said Satti, ordering bird thigh meat in a fluent foreign language.

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Store owner to be taken lightly.

Satti asked Ike for a favor and borrowed the "exotic translation" ring.

When Satti received the chicken thigh from the shopkeeper, she took it back to the hall and behaved like a juicy, hot, fried Ike.