Hearing Sha Klu's answer, let alone the little nurse, even Li Yanan was dumbfounded, and it took several seconds before he asked, "Boss, why is this? You don't know him, how can he listen to you so much?"

Shakru smiled and replied: "Actually, the answer is very simple, do you remember that I told you that we have a caste system in India, right? I am a Brahmin, and he is a Shudra, so he naturally has to be honest in front of me, and even if I beat him, he doesn't dare to say anything!"

"What? Mr. Guramanki is a Shudra? This can't be, right? He always says he's a Brahmin!" asked the little nurse, a little incredulous.

Shakru snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, he is just bragging in front of you foreigners, you call him here to see if he dares to call himself a Brahmin in front of me? And this is also in your China, if this is changed to our India, it is normal for him to dare to talk like this, and be killed!"

"Yes, is it that serious?" asked the little nurse in surprise.

Shakru nodded and replied: "Of course, this is equivalent to in your ancient China, an ordinary person ran to the government and claimed to be the emperor's son, but everyone can see through at a glance that he is lying, so what do you think his ending will be?"

"Oh, that's right. The little nurse suddenly came to her senses, and then asked curiously, "By the way, Mr. Pandit, how do you Indians distinguish between Brahmins and Shudras?"

"Oh, it's easy, you just have to look at the Holy Thread. As he spoke, Shakru shook the coil on his wrist and explained, "In India, every boy is born with a ritual of wearing holy thread, and the material of the holy thread worn by different castes is different, the Brahmins are cotton thread, the Kshatriya is flax, the Vaishyas are wool, and the remaining Shudras and Dalits are not eligible to wear holy threads, so you only need to look at the material of his holy thread to be able to judge his caste." ”

"What if you make a holy thread of cotton thread and pretend to be a brahmin?" asked the little nurse on a whim.

Shakru shook his head and replied: "This is impossible, because there is more than one way to distinguish caste, so if you pretend to be a Brahmin in India, it will be easy to be discovered, and then his end will be miserable, and if you are abroad, even if you don't have a holy line, you can pretend to be a Brahmin, but the problem is that foreigners don't treat Brahmin as a nobleman, so it is useless for you to pretend." Of course, there are also some people like the guy just now, who pretend to be in a foreign country to find a sense of accomplishment. ”

"Oh, how can you tell if a girl doesn't wear a holy thread?" asked the little nurse.

Shakru hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "This is not easy to explain, because many ways to distinguish are details that only people who live in India all year round will notice, and it is difficult for you foreigners to notice, but in short, it is to look at the skin color, basically the whiter the skin color, the greater the probability of high caste, and the darker the skin color, the greater the probability of low caste!"

"Oh, so all those beautiful female stars in Indian movies are of high caste!" the little nurse suddenly realized.

"This is not necessarily, because it involves the caste reduction system, so most of them are MSL, and the situation here is more complicated, so I will explain it to you in detail when I have time. Shakru excused.

The little nurse immediately said with amusement: "Okay, then I will not disturb Mr. Pandit and you will rest." By the way, it's almost time for dinner, I'll go get you some food!"

Looking at the back of the little nurse, Li Yanan quipped: "Boss, I think this little nurse has taken a fancy to you!"

"Maybe it's just to thank me for my help!" Shackru argued.

"By the way, boss, you are still single, since the business will be in China in the future, and the Chinese language is so good, why don't you just marry a Chinese beauty!" Li Yanan pouted.

Unexpectedly, Shakru shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is unlikely, unless I don't want to live in India in the future, I can only marry a Brahmin or Kshatriya's wife, otherwise I will be despised in the circle." Speaking of this, Sha Kelu couldn't help but think of the Charles girl of the Shukla family who was rejected by himself, but he didn't see the trace of regret in Li Yanan's eyes.

Just when Sha Kru was thinking nonsense, the little nurse had already called back dinner, looking at the meat dishes full of meat, Li Yanan couldn't help but joke again: "Boss, look, I'm not wrong, if I didn't like you, how could I be willing to eat so many dishes, and this is still related to the hospital, otherwise it would be impossible to give so much meat." ”

Unexpectedly, Sha Kelu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yanan, you can eat this rice, and then trouble you to go out and buy me some." ”

"Boss, you don't have to do this, after all, it's a piece of kindness from others, and it's too shocking for you to do this, right?" Li Yanan persuaded with some reluctance.

"No, you misunderstood, according to tradition, we brahmins must be vegetarians all year round, although I usually don't pay much attention to this in private, but in such a public place, especially when there are other Chinese people nearby, it is still inconvenient for me to break the taboo, and it is not good for people to see it. As he spoke, Shakru gestured in the direction of the Guramanji room.

After listening to Sha Klu's explanation, Li Yanan suddenly realized: "Oh, that's it, then I understand, I'll go out and buy it for you!"

After a while, Li Yanan ran over panting with a lunch box and said to Shaklu: "Boss, I specially went to Hanuman Indian Restaurant on Jianchuan Road to buy it for you, can you see if it suits your appetite?" (At that time, there were no Meituan.) ）

Looking at the lunch box full of curries and onions, Shakru really wanted to cry without tears, because his own taste is light, after eating authentic Indian food twice when he just crossed over, he has always cooked and eaten by himself, and it is even easier to go to the magic capital, just go to the restaurant to order food.

But what now? I just finished pretending to be forced and tossing people's trips, so I can't say that this is inappropriate, right? So I had to eat with tears in my eyes.

Fortunately, at this time, Lu Guoxu walked in with a thermos flask, and said to Sha Kelu flatteringly: "Boss, I got a good thing, and I specially asked my daughter-in-law to stew it for you to make up for your body." ”

"What's good?" asked Li Yanan curiously.

"Civet cats!"

PS: I believe that after seeing these three words, you should be able to guess what to write next, right?