"I asked the Yang brothers to help build two mud ovens before. These buns were baked." After she said this, Yao Zhi added, "Husband, eat your al first. I have sothing for you."
Hearing this, Fu Chen’an was full of doubts, but he still nodded. "Okay."
After leaving the room, Yao Zhi went to the kitchen and took out twenty compressed biscuits from her system’s storage.
Then, she took out a piece of linen she had bought before. After she bought the linen, she cut it into pieces asuring fifty by fifty centiters. Now, it was ti to use it.
She stacked the compressed biscuits on top of the fabric and wrapped them. After tying it with a piece of thin hemp rope, she returned to her room.
Seeing her co back with a package, Fu Chen’an asked, "Wife, what is that?"
Yao Zhi closed the door before she took her seat.
Fu Chen’an raised his eyebrows when he saw how discreet his wife was.
"Husband, do you rember the divine physician I told you about before?"
When he heard this, Fu Chen’an nodded and asked, "What’s wrong with him?"
"Actually, after you left that day, I went to the border town again. I happened to et the divine physician again and learned that he was actually a descendant of Nuwa," Yao Zhi whispered in a low voice.
This ti, Fu Chen’an was stunned. Even as a villager, he grew up listening to legends about the Nuwa Clan.
According to the legend, out of three clans, this clan was the only clan that survived during the darkest era.
This clan not only knew about dicine and poison, but also mastered Qin Dunjia, a mysterious skill that combines divination, geography, and military strategy to create arrays.
So even said that the mbers of the Nuwa Clan were immortal cultivators who could split mountains and shake the seas with just a wave of their hands.
Because of their imnse power, they never involved themselves in mortal affairs. That was why no one had ever t them.
Yao Zhi didn’t know that, thanks to her nonsense, her husband’s thoughts had gone wild. She only wanted to use this excuse to cover up the origin of the spatial bag.
Although the first dynasty recorded in history was the Xia Dynasty, many believed that before it, Pangu, Nuwa, and Fuxi were the ones who created the world and humans. But without evidence, everyone treated it as mythology.
In her previous life, many dramas and movies were created based on this mythology. So, she wanted to use it as her excuse. After all, no one knew whether they truly existed or not.
So, when she saw her husband’s reaction, Yao Zhi knew that in this world, there must at least be legends regarding Nuwa. As for the descendants of Nuwa, weren’t all humans created by the goddess?
After a while, Fu Chen’an finally regained his composure and asked, "Wife, did that physician tell you this?"
Yao Zhi nodded and said in a low voice, "At first, I didn’t believe him. But he gave sothing that made believe him."
When he heard this, Fu Chen’an frowned and asked, "Why did he suddenly give you sothing?"
"He said that he was the last descendant of the Nuwa Clan. He was nearing the end of his life and wanted to find soone to continue his legacy. So, he asked to beco his disciple. This item is his gift to his disciple."
"Wife, you agreed to beco his disciple? Do you know his background?" Fu Chen’an asked.
Yao Zhi shook her head. This person was not even real. Why should she need to check his background?
Looking at his wife’s bright eyes, Fu Chen’an let out a sigh and said helplessly, "You don’t know anything about him, yet you dare to accept him as your master. What if he is a bad person who burns houses, kills people, or robs others?"
"No way. He’s already so old. Even if he had the will, his body wouldn’t be able to do it," Yao Zhi shook her head and laughed.
Fu Chen’an flicked his wife’s forehead lightly and said, "You are too naive."
Yao Zhi grinned at him and said, "Alright, finish your al first. It won’t be good if the noodles get soggy."
Although he was curious, he still listened to his wife and continued eating. Ten minutes later, he drank the last drop of the noodle broth and then drank a cup of water.
Yao Zhi looked at the clean plate and bowl for a mont before she said, "Husband, about the marrow cake, what do you think about it?"
Fu Chen’an nodded and said, "It’s delicious. Compared to the cold, hard pancake, it was softer and lasted longer."
Hearing this, Yao Zhi opened the package and showed him the compressed biscuits. She handed a piece to her husband.
"Husband, this is called a biscuit. It was made of flour, salt, sugar, and so fat, then baked for several hours and left overnight inside the oven. Afterward, it was air-dried for several hours to cool down."
Looking at the compressed biscuit, Fu Chen’an asked, "Wife, is this the secret recipe of your family, too?"
"No, this is my newly developed recipe. Since this biscuit has been baked and dried for a long ti, it’s very dry. Although you need to soak it in soup or water to soften it, it can last for a long ti."
"Wife, how long can we store this?" Fu Chen’an asked again.
Yao Zhi thought for a mont and replied, "Well, if we add fat and sugar, it can last for six months. But if we don’t add too much fat and sugar, store it in an air-tight container, and keep it in good storage conditions, it can last up to three years."
The mont he heard this, Fu Chen’an was surprised. He thought about the provision problem during the war. If they could replace grains with this biscuit, then they wouldn’t have to worry about lacking supplies anymore.
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