Recipe of Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Ashirbader Phul Inn had a good crowd for the competition. This was what Taajwar asked Ronjon for, a good advertisement. Nirabpur was famous for its ancient Buddha Temple, so tourists were expected daily. His Inn had existed for years in this village but the revenue dwindled when other Inns started opening.After analyzing their financial crisis, they found the problem;

The three of them weren't sure what to say or do. Only one thing came to the minds of the two men. Leave this place. Asha was not affected much since her ignorance of the actual state of affairs didn't muddle her mind."What do you want us to do?" Asha said.

Ronjon sent another letter to his employer in Royal Bengal Hotel, explaining the situation with his Uncle but didn't mention the Independence camp.Their delay lasted for another week until the Inn went back to business. Asha spent more time with Malabika, and Monojit used the opportunity to talk about business matters with Taajwar. On the day of their departure, the e

An old man, two tall young men, and a petite lady in between them walked into a spice store. Monojit pulled a basket at the entrance.Old man Abhik started the lesson. "Masala is the soul of Bengal food. And the food is the soul of Bengal." Abhik rounded a shelf full of spices packaged by a kilo in a variety of colors. With just a glimpse, the spices created an image of a rainbow in the customer's eye, inviting them to come closer to buy.He picked a dull brown ground spice. "Cumin… hmm, cumin is a saucy whore. Gives you great pleasure, but she herself is unquenched. So be careful. Use it sparingly." He winked at the two men. Monojit and Ronjon looked at Asha, afraid if she understood the double meaning of the words. The girl gave them a clumsy smile.Ronjon shook his head and took the pack from Abhik's hand and laid it in the basket. He felt he had to explain to Asha to avoid her misunderstanding about that mischievous wink from the old man. She might think he was promiscuous and freq

Asha clasped the note on her chest as warmth filled her. She couldn't comprehend why, but she knew she was really happy. The rose's relaxing scent spread throughout the small netted place, encouraging her to pick up the flower itself. Somehow, anxiousness mixed in between this blissful moment was like the rose’s thorn plucking a thread from the silk pillowcase.