dhibooks Chapter 1 Red Onion Flavor
Chapter 1 Red Onion Flavor
Only one shop in the town market sells raw pork sandwiches with red onion sauce at eight in the morning.
This is a kind of sauce that Uruk people will eat. Fresh red onions are crushed by hand-grinding utensils and melted with butter in water. Then add crushed dried basil leaves and a lot of crushed pepper to emulsify and stir. After reaching a certain level, the red onion juice will turn into a semi-solidified reddish-brown liquid with a spicy smell.
The locals who arrive at the restaurant start their new life with extremely quick and practiced accents, ordering a beef tartar or a raw pork sandwich with red onion sauce.The restaurant that will sell a raw pork sandwich with red onion sauce combo at 38:30 in the morning will have the last spoonful of the three liters of red onion sauce scooped up at [-]:[-] in the morning, which means that at [-]:[-] At [-] minutes, today's No. [-] raw pork sandwiches were sold.
Four 10 minutes, thirty raw pork sandwiches, three liters of red onion sauce, and only one case in Uruk that breaks a few figures.
When someone is going to be hanged on a Sunday morning.
On the rare morning of execution day, how to grab a front row seat is as important as buying a red onion sauce sandwich in a crowded restaurant, even if the square is wide enough for everyone to see the spikes on the gallows, Everyone still persevered and rushed forward.They wore simple linen coats or cotton gray long skirts, huddled under the huge cross-shaped platform, sighing and screaming strangely, like broilers sitting next to each other in a chicken farm.
The pungent smell of onions and the stench of saliva and sweat in the crowd are like blue cheese fermenting slowly. Today is a very suitable day for execution. It rained lightly last night, and the ground is just dry and dust will not be raised to stain their shoe tips. Sigh Ordinary winds will not blow sand and dust to confuse their sight. Except for some dazzling sunlight that covers their upward gaze, this is almost the best day of the year for hanging people, and it is the best day for watching how people look. Weekend to die for.
The execution time was very short, the iron shackles slammed on the steps with a bang, and the sound only took tens of seconds from the first step to the top, but the noisy and hypoxic environment was enough to make this Time stretches far, far away.As long as someone steps on the dilapidated execution platform, there will be a sound of creaking and dust falling. This sound starts from the bass and will not stop until it ends before death.
The movable secret door under the gallows made a shrill cry. In fact, it was just the scream of the girl in the crowd before fainting. The secret door that only knew how to hang people made no sound when it was opened. The prisoner The slender feet fell from the hollow in an instant, and then there would be a rapid struggle like a vine sprouting. This struggle would usually only last three or four times, until the hanged man came to the end without any dramatic turning point, and he completely straightened up. , the hanging corpse looked like a dangling rag.And the crowd of onlookers seems to be waiting for this moment of stiff death, and when that moment comes, they will laugh, cry, curse, mock or sigh at those dead feet with the utmost selfishness , as if watching a possible life end in front of your eyes.
Everyone got a kind of near-eternal satisfaction at this moment, even though today's sunlight was too great, people standing on the ground and in the building couldn't fully see the length of the person hanging on the rack. What kind, but this is not an important matter, they dispersed happily onlookers, and returned home along the road when they came. Everything in the town was very quiet, only a few people left Sparsely surrounding the executioner's footsteps, they watched as the dead bodies were put into sacks and transported to the cart. The water under the execution platform was still wet from last night's rain, and the whole sack was soaked in wetness. The breath of the wilderness blows from the desert today in a strange and strange way.
Perhaps a little different, today's red onion flavor seems to be a little too strong.