"Mom, liking good food isn't a flaw." Lin Lan smiled cheekily at her. "As the saying goes, life is all about food and clothes. We're just ordinary people. We work so hard to earn money—isn't it all so our family can eat and dress well?"
Wu Shufen looked at her with feigned annoyance. "You and your clever arguments."
Lin Lan coated the drained gardenia flowers with dry sweet potato starch, then dipped the coated flowers into the prepared batter, covering them completely.
She poured rapeseed oil into the wok and heated it until it was very hot. She dropped the battered gardenia flowers into the oil and fried them until golden brown, then lifted them out onto a steaming rack to drain the excess oil. The crispy, fragrant, and tender gardenia flowers were ready.
Wu Shufang watched and said with admiration, "There are so many gardenia flowers in the mountains, but we only ever picked them to dye homespun cloth. I had no idea you could fry them and eat them."
