Wang Zhi quickly shook his head, "The spice of chili and the spice of green onions are different, I'm afraid you can't handle this."
"Aren't green onions sweet? No need to say more, just bring me the most authentic preparation."
"Alright, just a moment please."
Wang Zhi swiftly prepared a pancake, sliced the white part of the onion, dipped it in sauce, and wrapped it inside. The Sichuan Province brother took it with reluctance, "Today, I'll show you what Sichuan Province people can handle when it comes to spice!"
"Crunch..."
The teeth bit down forcefully, and the onion white emitted a crisp sound. The tip of his tongue instantly felt a hint of wheat aroma combined with the fresh fragrance of onion.
"Crunch, crunch... Where's the spiciness? It's totally sweet! Crunch, crunch..."
The Sichuan Province brother, who was chewing hard, suddenly paused.
He felt an indescribable spicy sensation beginning to hit his taste buds.
