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For the first time in history, I opened a cooking chanel in the red icon app. There are many recipes with different tricks. I clicked on the title cooking fried rice for beginners and took a look at the ingredients. Okay, look at it easy. But I don't know the practice.

"Mom why are you there?" Kava appears with a tie that is already slanted and two buttons of the top shirt that is open. Damn it, so alms to the saleswoman's name.

"Here first!" I kept going on with his appearance. I took off his tie, I want his shirt again. Coming home from work is tired, but not so. As if to share alms.

Wait, why am I so complicated? Why did I roll my shirt sleeves up? Kava even smiles like the crucifixion of fortune.

Ah, this is because I'm HRD. I have to make sure my company employees are neat wherever they are. For the company's image. Yes really. There's no other reason.

"Why did you suddenly want to go to the supermarket?" He's from a great distance. I swear, his voice is so free, make me. ahem.

"That's part of your responsibility." Throw me.

Kava scratched his head. "The responsibility goes to KUA Bu, not the supermarket."

That's a big lemes mouth. I directly tabok his arm. "You told me to learn how to cook. Now show me which pepper is which coriander. Keep the red onion the same regular garlic use which? How many times is this?" My hands point to the various choices of those spices. Everything looks similar. It's just different in size. There are those that say onion Sembrani, Katumi, Pikatan, and many other types that make my brain kliyengan.

"Oh my goodness, I'm dizzy. Just choose what you like. I want a big-gede what's cute?" Kava thrust two choices of shallots into my eyes. One is the size of a jumbo and the other is a mini edition.

I cleared up again. Forgive me, Rabb, I thought of Anu-anu. There's a big word just as cute. It is clear that the big ones are more satisfied.

"That's great. Take the seiket, same as the garlic!" Like the employer, I told Kava to bring a basket that was loaded.

"Mother tastes good. The big one is more coquettish, huh Mom?" Kava's way behind me who's picking onions and leeks.

"Well, if I don't buy it too!" Unknowingly I was a ladenin a talk pours it. The one with the mouth is just giggling.

"My mom's in the kitchen, Mom. Anu segede. Steady anyway if processed. But don't be surprised Mom if it hurts."

"What are you talking about?" My ear gatel made it.

"Bronghongin onions. Mommy must think macem-macem yeah?" Joking.

I was wrong behavior. "You've brought along so many things. I thought he was there."

"Oh my mother thinks all my hair, anyway?" Kava is my usilin.

"Diem. No need to show off, micro*****just proud!"

"Can't*****shaming, ma'am."

"Yes, don't look too good, really!" I'm grieving.

"This is my mom, I have a feature ************."

"Omongan you the context is far too stupid, onions are just as there is no correlation. You must be the least cool person in tongkrongan?" My lick.

"Never hang out me mah, how do you want to hang out a little Kava pick up, Kava cepet here, Kava anterin to the supermarket, Kava unplug the sticky fur..." Kava's lips go forward when I'm modeling my style.

"Would you like me to put this on?" I'll grab a handful of chillies.