During the Peacock Dynasty, King Asoka built temples and palaces on a large scale, ordering the slaves to complete them within a specified time limit. The slaves worked day and night, and more and more people died of exhaustion, and the progress of the project became slower and slower. A supervisor's wife watched as her husband was too worried to eat and drink. In order to help her husband, she packed up her bags and went out.
Half a month later, his wife Vaya returned as scheduled, carrying a package. After returning home, she locked herself in the courtyard.
The next day, a strong and spicy aroma wafted from the yard, and anyone who had smelled it couldn't help but drool, filling their bodies with strength.
On the third day, the strong fragrance in the yard had already drifted to the construction site. After smelling it, the exhausted slaves were all refreshed.
On the fourth day, the slaves ate the special mixed rice prepared by Vaya himself. They were all energetic and worked day and night, watching the completion of the project.
However, some people also say that Vaya is actually a monster. Someone has witnessed her gnawing human flesh in a pile of dead people, and this time, she used magic to control the slaves
In the Middle Ages of Europe, the witch Selena accidentally invented a liquid while refining "magic water". This attractive fragrance can not only cover up the unique body odor of white people, but also play an aphrodisiac effect. She named this liquid "perfume", which was secretly spread among prostitutes for a time. With the three century long European witch massacre, perfume as a "evil thing" also disappeared.
In the 18th century, Richard, the declining aristocrat of France, accidentally found the long lost perfume formula in the castle. He used the spices transported from India by the East India Company to re develop the perfume, which was sent to the royal family as a tribute and was very popular in the aristocratic circle. Only then did perfume get rid of the title of "evil things" and become a symbol of nobility in Europe, which made Richard a rich man.
According to legend, Richard is the only person who knows the formula of the top perfume, and only produces 0.1 pounds every year. After Richard's death, his family searched for a secret recipe. Before being buried, while applying makeup to his body, the mortician found a chewed piece of paper in his mouth, leaving only two words that could barely be recognized: Curse, Kali
After several days of haze, the entire city seemed to have disappeared from the Earth, and every door was like playing a game to explore a new map. In addition, the story of "Water Baby Spirit" mentioned by Ayue made me unable to extricate myself for a long time, feeling like I was surrounded by the grievances of babies. I simply stayed at home, sleeping and playing games in the dormitory every day, eating instant noodles and drinking beer when I was hungry.
Although noodles are convenient, eating them every day also makes a bird fade out of my mouth. I remember the delicious food I ate in Thailand and Japan, and the greedy insects in my stomach protested again.
Ayue brought back many strange things from India and allowed me to pick them up at will. For a moment, I wore Buddhist beads, bracelets, and necklaces neatly, and when I went to class, my classmates thought I had converted to Buddhism. After smoking cigarettes in the dormitory, he went out to buy cigarettes while taking advantage of mooncakes. He was bored and opened his large suitcase to see if there was any more fun. As a result, in the inner zipper compartment of the suitcase, he found a glass jar labeled "Kali", which looked like chili sauce in color.
I suddenly drool, it's a serious Indian curry! Quickly put on an alcohol pot and cook rice.
Mi is a basmati brought back by Ayue from India and is very famous around the world. The rice grains are crystal clear, full, slender and long, chewy and soft without sticking to the teeth. Even better, when cooked, this type of rice presents a very moist golden color. Not to mention eating it, just looking at it like this can make people drool.
I eagerly waited for the rice to be cooked, and the aroma "puffed" out from the lid of the pot. I filled a bowl, opened the curry bottle, scooped a large spoonful of it and mixed it with the rice, and started eating it hot.
The unique aroma of Basmati, combined with the pungent and strong aroma of curry, makes me reluctant to chew. Just putting it in my mouth, I feel incredibly comfortable with all my limbs and bones, and my body is transparent. In recent days, my sore joints have been affected by the haze weather, and my hot breath has been rising.
When Ah Yue returned, I had already started eating the second bowl: "Ah Yue, I left half a pot for you. This curry is really delicious
Ah Yue's face changed and she said, "The can of curry I brought back
I stretched my neck to swallow a mouthful of rice and nodded.
You foodie! "Ah Yue took out a cigarette and lit it," It's also my fault for forgetting to tell you
After eating two bowls of rice, I patted my stomach and lay down on the bed, saying, "Oh! Fat is all about this meal. A can of curry, isn't it
If you knew what was going on with this can of curry, you might not have said that, "Ayue touched her nose and smiled helplessly.
Delhi, India.
The city of Delhi, separated by the north and south of the Delhi Gate, is known as "New and Old Delhi", like two neighbors living on the same land with vastly different wealth levels. Compared to New Delhi's high level of modernization, Old Delhi is more dominated by dirty, chaotic, criminal, and well preserved historical buildings.
Nevertheless, a large number of New Delhi residents drive to Old Delhi every day, not because of their love for history and culture, but because the most famous restaurant in Delhi, SHAHALA, is here. Shopkeeper Sharma is a fat man in his fifties. Although he lives in the slum of Old Delhi, his noble family name derived from Brahmin is the most proud thing besides his excellent curry dinner.
However, the diners seemed not very interested in his surname, so when he proudly introduced himself, the diners' eyes remained fixed on the menu, which somewhat disappointed him and forced him to return to the ingredient room to cook curry.
SHAHALA's curry requires 20 kilograms of onion fillets, 10 kilograms of tomatoes, garlic meat, and different spices to be paired. It is topped with top grade olive oil and then simmered for 40 hours on low heat. According to different ingredients, the curry requires the addition of corresponding raw materials in different time periods (accurate to seconds) to cook a variety of color, aroma, and flavor curry dishes.
Every time the curry is successfully cooked, Sharma will bring the pot into a secret room that only he can enter. It is said that there is the last ancestral secret recipe for making curry hidden inside, which is why SHAHALA's curry taste is unique.
Business has not been particularly good these days. The garbage dump on the third street west of the restaurant has inexplicably caught fire, and several beggars have gone crazy. Prior to this, there have been several rape cases, and opinions have been divided for a while, inevitably affecting business.
Sharma, however, was not satisfied and cooked curry on time every day, as if the quality of business had nothing to do with him. He only cared about the taste of the curry.
During dinner time, there were a few sparse tables of diners sitting in the restaurant, while Sharma lazily sat drinking beer and smoking hookah, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
The door was pushed open, and a thin East Asian boy entered the restaurant. He looked around and chose a table against the wall to sit down.
Sharma was slightly tipsy and waved his hand to the waiter. The waiter casually threw the menu on the table, the boy ordered a curry Fried Rice, ordered a bottle of KINGFISHER (the most famous beer in India, which is just good to match with the strong Indian curry rice), and ate while drinking.
Suddenly, the diners on a dining table burst into thunderous cheers, and a tall Indian man holding a curly body hair looked as if he had won the lottery.
The lack of attention to dietary hygiene among Indians has reached a heinous level. Street vendors selling ginger tea will throw ginger tea cups into buckets filled with flies and rinse them, immediately filling them with ginger tea. There are countless things like eating towel shreds and flies from meals. During the process of cooking curry, chefs rarely wear hats and sleeves, and it is common for a few drops of sweat, hair, or body hair to fall inside.
SHAHALA has an unwritten rule that if these things are found in the meal, the entire table is free of charge. No wonder diners are happy and have never thought of anything more disgusting in the food they have eaten.
The boy frowned, said he could not eat any more than half a plate of curry Fried Rice, drank up his beer and left in a hurry after paying the bill.
The diners who ate the free meal also ordered a lot of beer, and it seems that they are going to get drunk before retiring
three
For five consecutive days, rumors in Old Delhi have become increasingly eerie: some say that the burning garbage dump is filled with corpses, and the perpetrators are crazy beggars who collude with three wheeled taxi drivers to kidnap and kill single women, remove organs, and sell them. For a moment, people were panicked, and the restaurant's business was also affected. During the day, there were still one or two tables of admiring diners, but at night, only one table was left with people.
Two days ago, the last pot of curry was cooked, and Charlemagne stopped the stove and prepared to cook it again when the guests gathered again.
But what surprised him was that at seven o'clock every night, the East Asian teenager came to the store on time and asked for a curry Fried Rice and a bottle of beer. He only drank beer but did not eat Fried Rice, and left after drinking.
Until tonight, the boy unexpectedly ordered more than ten bottles of beer and drank it very quickly. In less than half an hour, he pointed to the empty bottle and started asking for wine again.
There have been no guests in the past few days. The waiter took leave and went home. Sharma put a few bottles of beer on the table and said, "My treat
The young man nodded and politely bit open the bottle cap. Sharma gave away the hookah and said, "Take a sip?" The young man probably felt that smoking one cigarette holder between two people was not hygienic, so he waved his hand and took out a cigarette and lit one.
We Indians are not as dirty as you think, "Sharma chuckled nonchalantly, her chubby chin and neck folded in circles." Are you Japanese
Chinese. "The young man tilted his neck and drank half a bottle of beer.
Sharma didn't seem to care much about the nationality of the young man and took a sip of water and smoke: "Do Chinese people eat curry rice
I also eat it, but it's not as popular as in India. "The boy touched his nose.
So why do you only drink beer? You know, my curry rice here is the most famous in the entire city of Delhi. Is it because I saw my neighbor eat body hair that day and felt nauseous? "Sharma's chubby face squeezed his eyes into a crack.
I went to the library a few days ago and stumbled upon an ancient book that recorded the origin of curry, so I didn't want to eat it
Oh? I would love to hear it
You should know, right? Anyway, it's still early, so I'll talk about it
Under the rule of King Asoka, the Peacock Dynasty enjoyed unprecedented prosperity, and its elephant soldiers even left bloody footprints of war in Persia. In China, there is a great deal of construction and temple construction, as well as the palace named "Peacock" on the banks of the Ganges River.
However, the strong national strength cannot conceal the fact that the slaves with tragic fate died of exhaustion in the construction site. Every day, a large number of slaves die due to overwork, abuse by supervisors, and dampness and heat, and are casually discarded in the wild, where they are left to be eaten by crows and wild dogs.
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With the increasing reduction of slaves, various construction sites of the Peacock Dynasty experienced stagnation. The carefree Asoka, who was devoted to the Buddha, had a rebellious and uncontrollable personality, which resulted in the death of every official responsible for supervising the work. If he could not complete it on time, the whole family would be demoted to slaves and participate in construction on the construction site.
Command me, the overseers naturally dare not neglect and can only increase the punishment system. The slaves who originally had rest time worked day and night, which resulted in more and more slaves dying and slower construction progress.
Gandhi, the overseer of the construction of the "Peacock" palace, naturally frowned. As the palace was about to be completed, the slaves had already reached their limits. He, who was naturally generous, also knew that punishing slaves at this time was not only futile, but could also lead to civil unrest and uprisings, and the deadline given by King Asoka was about to come. Thinking that his wife and daughter were about to become slaves, he secretly made up his mind and prepared to flee with his whole family.
Upon returning home, his wife Vaya saw him frowning and comforted her with a soft voice that she had a way out. However, she needs half a month to go back to the village in the mountains and ask the family elders.
Gandhi naturally didn't believe it, thinking that his wife was looking for an excuse to escape. Vaya smiled sadly and said, "You rescued me from the hands of the robbers. I haven't finished my kindness for a lifetime. How could I escape without you
As soon as the words fell, Vaya grabbed the machete from his waist and cut off her index finger as an oath.
Gandhi saw his wife's severed index finger drop on the ground, filled with remorse, and quickly agreed to his wife's request.
Before his wife left, she entrusted him with three things: first, do not start work until she returns; 2、 Find the servant to sew the severed index finger into the daughter's peacock's pillow; 3、 Reciting scriptures every morning, noon, and evening, no matter what happens, do not pay attention.
These three things became more and more strange, but seeing Vaya's unquestionable gaze, Gandhi had to nod in agreement.
five
Half a month later, Vaya returned as promised, carrying a package on her back. Her right hand, which had severed her index finger, was wrapped in a thick sari. Although she had lost a lot of weight, it was hard to conceal the excitement in her eyes. She didn't even bother to look at the children, so she asked Gandhi to tidy up the backyard, set up a huge stove, personally purchased various seasonings for half of the yard, filled the pot with Henghe River, and lit the firewood
When everything was ready, Vaya locked herself in the hospital and warned against anyone entering until she was discharged. The next day, a strong and spicy aroma wafted from the yard, and anyone who had smelled it couldn't help but drool, filling their bodies with strength. On the third day, the strong fragrance in the yard had already drifted to the construction site. After smelling it, the exhausted slaves were all refreshed.
No one knew what Vaya was doing in the yard, and everyone was curious to inquire, except for Gandhi who seemed increasingly restless.
On the fourth day, the closed door opened, "creaking". Waya's face was withered, her beautiful eyes were deeply sunk into her eyes, her cheekbones were high, thin wrinkles were piled up around her eyes, and even her dark and shiny hair was mixed with large white hair. In just a few days, she seemed to be decades old.
Seeing Gandhi standing outside the courtyard waiting for her, Vaya pointed to the large pot in the courtyard and instructed the servants to use a seasoning called "curry" made in the pot to mix rice and deliver it to the construction site. The slaves would naturally complete the project as scheduled.
As soon as the words fell, Vaya fainted.
The rice mixed with curry was delivered to the construction site, and after eating it, the slaves were actually full of energy, not tired or tired, working day and night, and the palace was about to be completed.
Vaya fell asleep for three days and three nights, and when she woke up, she found herself tied up in a cell!
Through the sturdy wooden fence, she saw Gandhi's fearful eyes and two monks chanting Buddhist names!
You... you're a monster! "Gandhi's lips were blue and he trembled as he said," I sent someone to track you and found out that you were eating dead human flesh at the place where slave corpses were piled up! Otherwise, how could you have this kind of magic that could keep slaves working tirelessly
It's not what you think! "Vaya frantically patted the cage, but she quickly fainted again as she was weak.
Gandhi couldn't bear it and looked at the monk with a questioning gaze. The older monk said nothing, opened the cage, and untied Vaya's right hand, which was wrapped around Sari.
At the location where the severed finger was cut, a slender and long granulation sprouted, covered in mucus. It was clearly a finger that had not yet fully grown!
Gandhi then believed that Vaya was indeed a monster. The monk raised the demonic pestle and hit Vaya's forehead!
The sound of bone cracking sounded, and fresh blood splashed all over the walls. Vaya woke up in agony and whispered, "You... you saved Vaya. Your wife won't harm you. I... I'm not a monster
Years of marital love erupted in Gandhi's heart, and he tearfully said, "Master, please leave someone behind
The elderly monk exclaimed in a loud voice, "The evil karma has been exhausted, and the karma must be eliminated
The demonic pestle fell again, and Vaya's skull was completely shattered. Her white brain was mixed with red blood, melting into a mixture of red and white paste.
Not knowing whether it was regret or sadness, Gandhi knelt beside Vaya's body and wept bitterly. In his tearful eyes, he noticed that Vaya's immature index finger was deeply trapped in the hard rock and carved a few words with flesh and blood: I love you! peacock!
The monk walked away expressionless, leaving only Gandhi's cries in the cell.
six
Time flies like an arrow, unable to pierce the heart of regret; Time flies, weaving the white hair of longing.
The palace was completed as scheduled. The daughter Peacock, named after the palace, has grown into a half grown girl with bright eyes and white teeth, while Gandhi has become a half grown old man with white hair. Every day, he would come to the backyard where no one was allowed to enter, from early morning until late night.
However, the curry formula brought by Vaya spread throughout the Peacock Dynasty and became a must-have seasoning for every meal.
The peacock did not know how his mother died, and every time he asked, his father would always shed tears. This made her deeply believe that her father deeply loved her mother.
But what puzzled her was that as she grew older, her father's gaze became increasingly evasive.
Perhaps it was because he looked too much like his mother that my father remembered sad things, right? The peacock thought mournfully.
On the day of the completion of the palace, Asoka Wuyou personally came and rewarded Gandhi. That night, everyone got drunk and fell into deep dreams.
No one noticed, a sneaky black figure pried open the peacock's door and dodged in!
The sleeping peacock was resting on the pillow that her mother had sewn for her, which was the only relic left by her mother. Suddenly, she was awakened by a smoky smell of alcohol, and her body seemed to have been crushed by a heavy stone, unable to breathe at all!
She opened her eyes in horror, and a man, with a lustful lust in his eyes, was undressing her!
That man is a servant of her family for many years, Chowdhury!
She was about to scream when Chowdhury tightly pressed her mouth, stuffed a piece of rag in, pinned her hands behind her back, and tore off her pants!
The peacock cried in despair, and Chowdhury licked his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, The Adam's apple "gurgles": Gandhi asked me to follow your mother back then, but he didn't know. I was already fascinated by Vaya's beauty! Hahaha! Vaya knew what it meant to lose her virginity, so she begged me not to tell the truth. She would keep the secret. Besides, the palace was not yet completed, and she wanted to go back to the village to inquire about ways to rescue Gandhi. I secretly followed her back to the so-called village, but I didn't expect it to be a cemetery, and she Into a tomb. I was so scared that I came back and fabricated this lie. Gandhi naturally didn't believe it and even wanted to kill me! But I had already bribed two people to pretend to be monks and told Gandhi that there was a demon aura here. Hehe, Buddhists naturally have a deep belief in the monks' words, let alone what Vaya did after she returned, which is even more inexplicable. Moreover, before Vaya entered the tomb, I found that her index finger had started to grow! Gandhi, this fool, killed your mother for this
The peacock stopped struggling, and the sudden truth made her completely unconscious, with two lines of tears slowly falling down!
Chowdhury smiled grimly and slowly took off his clothes. "You look too much like Vaya," he said. "I drugged you with alcohol. Tonight, you are mine
An empty voice sounded from the door.
Who! "Chowdhury turned around like a frightened rabbit! At the door, under the pale moonlight, a zombie with long hair covering its face and half of its body rotting, stood stiffly.
You are mine... "The zombie slowly raised its head, revealing the eyes full of zombie insects. A few pieces of meat debris fell from its cheeks, only the intact forehead, vaguely reminiscent of a peacock's charm.
Who are you... who are you? "The extremely frightened Chowdhury couldn't stand still and sat on the ground, kicking his feet backwards.
I am your woman Vaya. "The zombie grinned and its tongue had already shrunk into a black mass." Didn't you promise me to keep a secret for me back then and accompany you whenever I had time
Don't come over! "Chowdhury's head slammed fiercely into the wall, the corners of his eyes already cracking, his eyeballs protruding, instantly covered in blood.
Aren't you the one who loves me the most? Can you see if it's me or my daughter? "The zombie walked step by step to Chowdhury and struggled to squat down, his bones breaking all over him.
Mom? "The peacock had already spat out the rag stuffed in its mouth and softly shouted.
The zombie didn't answer and gently hugged the paralyzed Chowdhury, sucking out his tongue and kissing him. The peacock truly saw that countless zombie worms crawled out of the zombie's mouth and crawled into Chowdhury's stomach along his tongue.
Chowdhury remained motionless, with a string of flesh balls bulging from his throat to his abdomen, his head tilted and he died
Mom... "The peacock was not at all afraid, but instead stood up and walked towards the zombie.
Don't come over and don't blame your father. He's with me every day. "Vaya didn't turn around and walked outside the house, Our family is not a monster, they just have a strange disease and must live in the place where the dead are buried. I am the only one who did not have this disease, which is why I have the opportunity to come to the world and meet your father. He... he is very kind to me. The ancestors of the family, in order to cure this disease, made many medicines, but none of them were successful. Later, they found that adding human oil to the cooked curry can make the diner tireless The effect of exhaustion. I boiled curry in the courtyard for three days and poured my own human oil into it... Alas, fate is fate
The snow-white moonlight grew increasingly bleak, enveloping Vaya, her body slowly disappearing into the air.
Except for Chowdhury's body, the room was quiet as if nothing had happened.
The peacock suddenly noticed that while resisting earlier, the pillow sewn by its mother had been torn open and a complete, jade white index finger had fallen in front of the bed.
The peacock forgot that its pants had been torn, and foolishly walked towards the backyard, pushing open the door and entering.
On the tree in the center of the courtyard, there was a withered corpse hanging. A gust of wind blew by, and the corpse swayed like clothes hanging in the sun.
That's her father - Gandhi!
The index finger of his right hand is also missing.
I guess no one will eat curry after you finish telling this story, "Sharma took a deep breath of water smoke and exhaled a thick smoke.
It's just a legend, it can't be taken seriously. "The young man smiled and touched out two mobile phones," but I want to know why the beggar who sells organs and the landlord I rented have your phone number and text messages sent to you on their phones
That's because I need human oil to make curry in order to keep me alive! "Sharma suddenly lifted up his water pipe and threw it at the young man!
The young man dodged on the side, and Sharma reached into his pocket and made a few movements. The restaurant's rolled up doors and windows automatically fell down.
Are you Chowdhury? "The young man's anger surged in his eyes!
That night, I didn't die. "Sherma was covered in fat, But it's almost like being dead. I can hear what Vaya said, but I can't move at all. Later, I was thrown into a pile of dead people stacking slave corpses and soaked in the foul smelling corpse oil, and I realized that I actually lived! I now understand that Vaya's family may not be sick at all, but a group of living dead people who need corpse oil to survive. The ingredients for making curry are also the spices for preserving corpses in ancient India! So, my significance for survival It's about finding body oil and making curry. Many, many years ago, corpse oil was easy to find, but now it is becoming increasingly rare. I also discovered a strange thing that people who eat curry made from the human oil I squeeze out of themselves will become extremely lewd. So, I found a way to obtain human oil again
After living for so long, you deserve to die, "the young man said coldly.
Death means nothing to me, "Sharma laughed wildly." Don't forget, you've also eaten my curry
That's why I killed you today, "the young man touched his nose." That day, I took half of it and realized something was wrong. It took me several days of medication to completely clear it
So what? "Sharma casually moved his shoulders
Didn't you notice that I sat in different positions for five consecutive days? "The young man mocked," Many of China's mystical arts had already been passed down among the people long before you were born
Wow! "A handful of glutinous rice flew out of the boy's hand and sprinkled it on Sherma. The tables where the five young people had sat, east, south, west, north, and middle, trembled strangely. Under each table, there is a peach wood nail nailed.
Sharma looked at the young man with a smile and suddenly realized that the glutinous rice scattered on his body was deeply trapped in the fat meat. With a "hissing" sound, his body emitted white smoke, and each grain of glutinous rice was like a burning red iron grain, melting his fat and emitting translucent oil bubbles.
"You really ruined the surname 'Sharma'. Don't think you can be blessed if you give yourself the Brahmin surname. Evil people don't deserve noble surnames." The young man didn't turn his head back. He took out a paper clip and didn't open the lock of the electric rolling shutter door.
The mournful scream was like the howling of a fierce ghost at night, and Sharma's body was constantly emitting human oil, like a balloon filled with water with countless small holes pierced, slowly drying up until there was only a skeleton tightly wrapped in human skin.
The young man lit a cigarette and threw it onto the skin covered in ointment. With a "Teng" sound, the flames shot up high
I was dumbfounded as I listened to Ayue's speech, my stomach churning and saying, 'Is this can of curry just...'
Hmm. "Ayue rubbed her temples and filled a bowl of half cold rice.
You ya... "Before I could finish speaking, I couldn't help rushing to the restroom, spitting up stars in my eyes, and retching a few mouthfuls of sour water.
Anan, did you drink too much last night and get drunk? "Asked the fat man from the next dormitory. I looked at his chubby, almost oily face and thought of that Sharma, but couldn't help but vomit again.
Returning to the dormitory, I saw Ah Yue mixing curry and eating rice with beer.
Why are you so anxious to vomit so much? "Ayeyou said," I didn't say this is the curry from Sharma's shop. I just bought a can of it from New Delhi Airport when I returned home
”I wiped the corner of my mouth and said, "In my lifetime, I will definitely make you vomit once
You should leave this curse to your future wife! By the way, just now Heiyu called and said that Yueye's memory has recovered a lot and she can already think of you. Please call back soon
I didn't care much, so I flipped through my phone book and found the seven words' curse you for not finding your wife 'and dialed Heiyu.
While waiting for the connection, Ayue swallowed the curry rice and said, "After the incident of 'human oil curry', I have been pondering for a long time. Is the idiom 'the index finger moves greatly', which describes encountering delicious food, just literal? Why do famous delicacies from all over the world have the power to linger, feel happy, and feel like something is missing from my body if I don't eat them? Uncontrolled, I must eat regularly