When Zhang Ziwen mentioned that to Qiao Duo'er, it moved her heart, and she thought frying it in oil would make it even more fragrant.
"I'll do just that in a bit. Wait for me, I'll go get you some money," she said.
Zhang Ziwen quickly shook his head, "You've helped my family out so much, if I took your money, my dad would definitely call me an ingrate."
"Then I'll give you some ingredients for Laba Congee. Just add some water tonight, boil it, and it will be ready to drink."
Qiao Duo'er didn't bring up money again because she knew that was just how Zhang Ziwen was—if he said he didn't want it, he really wouldn't take it.
In the Zhang Family, it was just him and his father, so even if Father Zhang made Laba Congee, the ingredients wouldn't be all that ample.
Qiao Duo'er quickly brought out a bag of mixed Babao Congee ingredients from her house.
