A dish named 'Pozole', a shredded chicken corn soup, seems to nurture the three thousand-year-old civilization of the American Maya!
The stone spires of the jungle unfold in Tiqie Ji's vision!
A native is squatting not far away with his back to him, holding a stone knife in his hand, processing freshly picked chili peppers.
Green chili peppers, red chili peppers.
Tiqie Ji can accurately identify each one.
"Hmm!"
"Thick and crunchy, with the perfect sweetness, these are 'Harlequin peppers' before they turn red..."
"Wait."
"The spiciness of the red chili is a bit odd, is it another variant?"
Tiqie Ji only feels the taste of chili pepper seeping in, as the mouthful of meat soup lingers, a tingling sensation runs across his scalp. He can't help but wipe his eyes, and in his vision, under the jungle pyramid, is a vast field of chili peppers!
