Rebirth of India: Superior

Shakru returned home from the construction site. As soon as he entered the house, he found that five of his six beautiful bodyguards were actually lying down, and each of them was pale and sweating. They were lying on the sofa with their stomachs covered. Look at this. The situation was probably because he didn't listen to his own words and had a stomachache due to eating something unclean, so he stepped forward and said with a smile: "What's wrong, where did this master come from, who can defeat all our beauties?"

Kabaeva, the only one who did not fall down, said with an embarrassed look: "Boss, we didn't meet any masters. We just drank a glass of sugar cane juice on the way back, and then it became like this."

Shakru shook his head and sighed: "Hey, before I came here, I gave you many instructions and instructions, telling you not to eat street food and not to drink non-bottled water, but why didn't you listen? Oh, by the way, Kabaye Baby, why are you okay?"

"Because I don't like drinking sugar cane juice, so I didn't drink it," Kabaeva explained.

Mustafina, who seemed to have recovered a little at this time, complained: "Boss, we actually wanted to go to the market to buy some ingredients and then cook you a good dinner. But as soon as we arrived at the market, we were completely stunned , it was really dirty there, especially the meat stall, with sewage and blood flowing underneath, and all kinds of stains on it. At first glance, a piece of meat looked pretty good, but when I was about to pick it up, I found a layer of flies lying on it. There were even crows nearby, which made me almost throw up.

In fact, we all remember your advice, boss. We didn’t dare to eat at the stalls selling fried pancakes and yogurt. We only looked at the pot and the oil, and we didn’t have the courage to eat. But when we saw a sugar cane When we spread it, we thought there should be no problem. Because we picked the sugar cane ourselves, and then he brought a machine with an iron block to squeeze the juice for us to drink. Normally there should be no problem with such clean juice, but why did all of us just drink it within a few minutes? I’ve been tricked.”

Hearing Mustafina's question, Shakru couldn't help but laugh, because he almost fell into trouble in this matter. In fact, the question here was very simple. He asked casually: "Let me ask you Ah, after you selected the sugar cane, did the vendor put the sugar cane into a bucket for cleaning?"

Kabaeva nodded and said: "Yes, this must be cleaned, otherwise there will be sand and dust on the sugar cane."

"But you definitely don't know that the cup you use to drink sugar cane juice is also cleaned in that bucket. Think about it, can the cup be clean? If the cup is not clean, then what's the use of the clean sugar cane juice itself?" Shakru explained leisurely.

Kabaeva was speechless and said: "Oh no, how can they use the water used to wash sugar cane to wash the cups?"

"Why can't I ask you, did you see a tap next to that stall? Is there a second bucket for washing cups at that stall?" Shakru asked.

After listening to Shakru's words, Mustafina suddenly turned even paler and said weakly: "Kabaeva, help me to the bathroom quickly. I have to vomit for a while. Oh my God, just think about it. I feel sick after using that cup.”

Shakru stepped forward and checked the beautiful bodyguards one by one. He found that it was a gastrointestinal problem that would be cured by taking some medicine. So he stood up and said to the maid who was waiting on the side: "Martha, you will still go shopping for groceries from now on." Well, let’s buy something light today, not too greasy, otherwise their stomachs won’t be able to handle it.”

Pivobolova said quickly on the side: "Boss, there is no need to accommodate us. As it is now, we will not eat tonight. We specially bought you a piece of very fresh meat, which is in the kitchen."

Shakru asked in confusion: "Well, didn't you just say that you thought the meat in the market was too dirty? Why did you buy a piece?"

Pivobolova explained: “The meat in the market is indeed not clean, but we saw frozen meat sold in the small supermarket at the entrance of the market. The frozen meat looked very clean, so we bought a piece. , I planned to cook pork chops for you tonight.”

"Why did you buy frozen meat?" Shakru asked in surprise.

Pivobolova asked stupidly: "Yes, what's wrong? Can't we buy frozen meat?"

Shakru slapped his forehead and said, "Hey, I just need to remind you that you must not buy frozen meat in the future, because it is not as clean as the meat that flies stare at."

At this time, Mustafina, who had finished vomiting, walked back with Kabaeva's help, but even so, she still couldn't stop her curiosity: "Boss, the small bucket in the servant's bathroom is for What are you doing here? Why do you look so dirty?"

"Uh, uh, you'd better not ask this question. From now on, don't go to the servants' bathroom, go to the bathroom on the second floor." Shakru said with some embarrassment.

Mustafina said coquettishly: "Boss, just tell them."

Shakru said helplessly: "Okay, let me tell you. Remember I once told you that it is extremely impolite to use your left hand to eat or hand things to others in India?"

"Well, I remember it, because it is said that among the lower class people and before modern times, Indians used their left hand to do things."

Shakru nodded: "Yes, but you have to wash your hands after doing anything with your left hand, so that bucket is for washing hands. Now you know why it looks so dirty."

Mustafina was struck by lightning when she heard this explanation. She pulled Kabaeva and said, "Hurry, take me to the bathroom again. I want to vomit. By the way, go to the bathroom on the second floor. I don't want to see that damn bucket again. I hate buckets and all buckets."

At this time, Shakru shrugged and muttered to himself, "I told you a long time ago not to ask, don't ask, you insist on asking, can you blame me for this?"

Pivoporova on the side suddenly said, "Boss, I don't think you are an Indian."

"Maybe it's because I've been running around the world all the time. So what country do you think I am from?" Shakru asked with interest.

Pivoporova thought for a while and then said, "Well, I can't say for sure. I have been to too few countries. Anyway, you don't look like an Indian, let alone a Soviet. You are not exactly the same as a Chinese or an American. You can barely say that you are a combination of a Chinese and an American."

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