"It's onion dinner tonight."
You Xiaoyu: "I don't eat onions."
Xiang Qian: "Is there a reason?"
"I've had it a few times before and it was very spicy."
"It's sweet onions."
"Where are the sweet onions?"
"In front of you."
"I don't believe it."
"Give Onion another chance."
You Xiaoyu was startled for a moment, his words were a bit sad, as if he had sentenced the onions to death, and Xiang Qian was interceding for them.
"I'll just reluctantly try again."
"Well, let's start with shredded onions." Xiang Qian pointed to the fried eggs with onions.
"Okay." You Xiaoyu followed her words and put her chopsticks on the onions in the scrambled eggs.
It's sweet, not as spicy as I remember. You Xiaoyu took one bite, and then several bites in a row. It was still sweet. Is it really a sweet onion?
She tasted all the onions in the other dishes and they were all sweet.
"It tastes different from the onions in my memory."
"This is Xinjiang white-skinned onion. The spiciness is very light and is basically gone after frying."
"Is that so, are you also a sweet onion from Xinjiang?" You Xiaoyu smiled.
Xiang Qian also laughed. "No. I'm your sweet onion."
Intention: If you don't forget it, there will be a response
