"What porridge?" Guan Chibei looked at her meaningfully.
"Congee," Ye Lulu said confidently. She had already thought of selling congee from the modern Guangdong. Transportation in the twenty-first century was advanced and convenient, so it was too easy to go to any city. Therefore, although Ye Lulu was not there, she had flown there to eat local delicacies several times. At home, she had even learned how to cook congee, so she knew how to cook it. "It's a porridge that can be quickly cooked with ingredients on the spot. It's delicious and rich, and it's easy to cook. It's very suitable to be sold at the docks."
Upon hearing this, Guan Chibei once again felt that she was really good at eating. He reckoned that she had other ideas about food.
He said, "I don't have any objections, but do you want our family to do this business?"
After all, Ye Lulu was still in confinement and could not go there personally.
