"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.
