Sweet Onion

"Tonight we're having an onion dinner."

You Xiao'an: "I don't eat onions."

Xiang Qian: "Is there a reason?"

"I've eaten them a few times before, and they were really spicy."

"These are sweet onions."

"Where are these sweet onions?"

"Right in front of you."

"I don't believe you."

"Give onions another chance."

You Xiao'an was taken aback. That sounded a little sad, as if she'd once sentenced onions to death, and Xiang Qian was pleading for their pardon.

"Fine, I'll try them again, just this once."

"Mm. Let's start with some onion strips." Xiang Qian pointed to the scrambled eggs with onions.

"Sure." You Xiao'an followed his suggestion and picked up some onion from the dish.

It was sweet, with none of the sharp spiciness she remembered. You Xiao'an took a bite, then several more. It was still sweet. Were these really sweet onions?

She tried the onions in the other dishes, too. They were all sweet.

"These don't taste like the onions I remember."

"They're white onions from Xinjiang. They're only mildly pungent, and once cooked, the sharpness is basically gone."

"Oh, I see. Are you a sweet onion from Xinjiang, too?" You Xiao'an smiled.

Xiang Qian smiled back. "No. I'm your sweet onion."

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