780 Congee

"Ok. Thank you in advance, Little Yuan," Xiao Xing said after he put down the instant noodles he was holding.

"You're welcome," Yuan Zhou nodded and started cooking congee.

It was worth mentioning that Xiao Xing was doing quite well financially. The rice he had at home was a famous brand of aromatic rice in Thailand. The rice grains were slender and spotlessly white and when one took a whiff of the rice grains, one would be able to smell a slightly sweet scent.

"Our rice grains are good, right? Many Chinese tourists would buy several dozen catties whenever they come to Thailand," Xiao Xing said with pride on his face.

"Um, not bad. But we have better rice grains in our country as well. You can visit and try those rice grains if you have the chance," Yuan Zhou said.