"It smells so good, like a taste of spring!"
Hu Zhihai sniffed hard, his eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands, chuckling,
"Lao Jiang, can I have a taste?"
"Better not try it, dandelion has a bitter taste, you probably won’t like it."
Jiang Yu glanced at him, half-smiling, "Can someone like you handle bitterness?"
"What kind of talk is that?"
Hu Zhihai protested immediately, glaring and speaking loudly,
"Old Hu can endure hardship, and that makes him a cut above!"
After saying this, he picked up a pair of chopsticks, scalded them with boiling water, then mixed the raw dandelion salad, carefully picked some tender dandelion sprouts, and put them in his mouth.
Seeing his cautious manner, Jiang Yu knew that the chubby guy was still afraid of bitterness!
If it were mouthwatering chicken or cold mixed pig ears, he’d be wolfing them down, not being as careful as he is now.
As the dandelion entered his mouth, Hu Zhihai chewed gently twice. A slight bitterness, mixed with the sour, spicy, salty, and savory from the seasoning, filled his mouth instantly.
After a few more bites, the bitterness faded, and a delightful sweetness followed, leaving a mild vegetable fragrance in his mouth.
"Bitter, yes, but mixed with various seasonings like soy sauce, vinegar, oil, and salt, the bitterness turns to sweetness, getting tastier with each chew, that flavor..."
Hu Zhihai thought for a while, unable to find the right words, he shook his head and said,
"I can’t describe the taste, but it’s truly captivating!"
"Haha, no need to ponder!"
Jia Dequan had somehow come into the kitchen too, with a smile he said,
"Dandelion is spring’s ’first taste,’ it’s the taste of spring!"
"Is the taste of spring the sweetness after bitterness?"
Hu Zhihai scratched his head, pouting,
"I might not have a poetic vibe, but that doesn’t stop me from loving this dish!"
By now, Jiang Yu had chopped the remaining half of the dandelion sprouts to prepare for cooking. He waved Hu Zhihai away with a look of disdain,
"Alright, if you want to eat, go ahead and take it outside so everyone can taste it, don’t chatter here and disturb my cooking."
"Hehe, alright, I’ll roll out quickly!"
Hu Zhihai chuckled, picked up the big plate of raw dandelion salad and dashed out.
Seeing this, Jia Dequan quickly followed, shouting while chasing,
"Don’t eat too much, dandelion has another name ’bed-wetting grass,’ be careful not to wet the bed, save some for me, I don’t mind it!"
Jiang Yu heard this in the kitchen and couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.
This old Jia, becoming more childlike, just like a playful old guy, all just to grab a few more bites of dandelion, even learning to "scare" Hu Zhihai with bedwetting!
After everyone left, Jiang Yu beat the four native chicken eggs brought by the hosts, added a suitable amount of salt, and whipped them into egg mixture. Then, he added the chopped dandelion sprouts, mixing thoroughly.
Subsequently, Jiang Yu heated oil in the pan, threw in chopped green onion to stir-fry for aroma, then poured the dandelion egg mixture into the pan smoothly. Once the egg mixture solidified, he fried both sides until golden brown and then broke the omelet into pieces with a spatula.
Finally, he added chopped garlic slices, chili, a bit of salt, soy sauce, and other seasonings, stirring evenly before serving the dish.
As soon as the dandelion egg stir-fry was out of the pan, the aroma instantly filled the air.
This dish, with golden eggs wrapped around green dandelions paired with red chili, looked vibrant and enticingly fragrant, enough to whet anyone’s appetite just by sight.
As soon as this dish was finished, Hu Zhihai and Jia Dequan, one after another, rushed in following the smell:
"This smells amazing! The taste of native chicken eggs is really something, I’m almost drooling!"
"I can tell just by looking, this plate of dandelion scrambled eggs must be delicious. Come, let me taste it first!"
"..."
Jiang Yu looked speechlessly at the old and young pair squeezing in front of the stove, shook his head helplessly, and said,
"Don’t fight here, go, go, take it out for everyone to try!"
Saying this, he picked up the plate of dandelion scrambled eggs and walked towards the main hall.
The hosts were a middle-aged couple, and they weren’t surprised by the raw dandelion salad Jiang Yu made earlier. People in the village often picked fresh dandelion to eat in spring.
As for the taste... nothing special, their family didn’t like it. Bitter in the mouth, they’d rather pick some purslane, which had a sweet and sour taste, much better than dandelion.
But at this moment, seeing Jiang Yu bringing a big plate of dandelion scrambled eggs, they couldn’t help but swallow.
This, this fried dish looked too attractive!
Golden eggs, tender green dandelions, paired with bright red chili... it looked so delicious!
Looks weren’t the key; it was the rich flavor that was almost teasing the hunger out of anyone!
At this point, when Hu Zhihai, Jia Dequan, and Yan Tongtong saw the golden and fragrant dandelion scrambled eggs served up, they each rushed forward as if starved for days, grabbing chopsticks to shovel the food into their mouths while exclaiming: