[Sicily. Bullets. Spaghetti with tomato sauce]

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When interacting with people from all over the world, it is inevitable to have miscellaneous food and drink.

When it comes to eating and drinking, it is always accompanied by life stories.

In Sicily, tomato paste must be pressed only by the soft feet of "recognized virgins".

In the ears of feminism, I feel that it is the vain demands and nonsense of a group of smelly men (but still respect the local culture).

Cleverly, it was because of this experience that I began to pay attention to the original taste of the food.

Also because they began to explore the original taste of food, and began to know the story behind the food.

[laundromat girl in Sicily]

One evening, a mysterious man brought a coat to the local laundry to ask for dry cleaning.

The person who cared for the shop was a local girl who took a part-time job to look after the shop. she was clever and quiet and did things steadily, which was praised by her neighbors.

The silent man did not ask for much, but asked for dry cleaning in a light tone and paid a generous deposit in advance.

Although the young girl felt a little mysterious, because it was a good business that was simple and easy to do, there was no doubt that he would take the order and inform the guests that they could pick up their clothes tomorrow evening according to the progress of the process in the store.

After the customer left, when the girl was preparing for dry cleaning, she found a piece of paper with a small string of numbers in the dark bag of her coat.

The girl thought to herself: fortunately, every time before the laundry, the boss will tell the guests to check, some guests are very careless, otherwise this note will be washed by themselves.

Put away the note carefully and start dry cleaning.

The next evening, the guest came to pick up the clothes according to the appointment, and the careful girl delivered the coat as if it were new after dry cleaning, and kindly informed that she had found a small note and returned it to the guest on the spot.

The guest asked if anyone knew about the existence of the note. The young girl said no, but she was the only one who handled it.

A little later, there was a small noise from the laundry without warning, and the neighbors reached out their trembling hands to close the windows in a whisper.

The crying baby was held down by its parents and carried away from the window

The door of the narrow laundry is gradually filled with blood as bright as tomatoes

A mysterious man picked up his coat and hurried off

The whole street suddenly became quiet until late at night.

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