Sometimes when people make ravioli or manti (Asian dish) they put some thing (both eatable and not) in one of the ravioli or manti. It’s considered that who eats this special one is a happy person.

　　My love story is tightly1 connected with this queer2 tradition.

　　I was 28 y.o. then. Almost all my classmates were married at that time, but I even didn’t have serious relationships with a girl. One day my friend arranged a party in honor of their newborn baby. His wife made ravioli and put button into one of them. They invited former classmates, as well as their new friends.

　　When we were eating I choked with that very button（鈕扣）. I felt as if a little stone was stuck in my throat – neither could breathe in nor breathe out. Understanding that if I wouldn’t be able to clear my throat now I would go west. At this thought I became unconscious…

　　It’s good that there is a hospital just near their house, so my friends got me into it in some minutes. I was directed at once into the surgery where was scarified in respiratory tracts3 and extracted4 the button.

　　But later a wonder happened with me. During a week of my being in the hospital I madly fall in love with a hospital nurse and when leaving hospital proposed to her. It passed a year since our marriage and now my wife is expecting a baby.

　　So, the ravioli with the button turned out to be really happy for me!