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... tack in the pot.
It should be ready.
He turned off the fire, poured the thick paste made from hardtack into a large bowl, placing it on top of the coffee table. He stirred it, cooling it down with an electric fan, and touched it after ten minutes.
The temperature is just right.
However, Wei Xiao Bei did not immediately eat this tasteless hardtack congee. Rather he extended his hand and grabbed a copper wire on the kitchen bench. ...
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