Fu Chen'an knocked the biscuit on the table and heard a loud sound. This biscuit was hard, dry, and very compact. Two pieces should be enough for a soldier.
He then broke the biscuit into two and soaked half of it in a bowl of water. As soon as it touched the water, the biscuit absorbed it instantly. Not long after, it softened and turned into a paste-like consistency.
Fu Chen'an used a spoon to stir it. He took a sniff and tried it. Although it looked like gruel, it tasted like thick porridge, with a hint of earthy and light savory taste.
His eyes lit up, and he said, "Wife, it will be delicious if soaked in soup."
Yao Zhi nodded and added, "It is also much lighter compared to whole grains, so it would lessen the burden of transporting this biscuit."
When Fu Chen'an heard this, he nodded. "Indeed. During a battle, time is of the essence. If we could bring light food, we could travel faster."
"So, I'm thinking of selling the method of making compressed biscuits to the General."
