Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Ion Channel Lab.

Yang Rui sat upright in the corner, staring intently at the curling smoke in front of him and the busy figure beside the smoke.

Everything is so harmonious, just like the working state of the laboratory.

Everyone has their duties and responsibilities, gather all the power, let every molecule fully display its full characteristics, and finally unify into a whole, it will become... a pot of fragrant rice.

"It smells so good." Yang Rui shrugged his nose, staring at the slightly panting big firewood hot pot, as if staring at a slightly panting young woman.

Leaning on the stove with one hand, Yu Xianyao slowly groped for the wooden pot lid. His movements were not nervous, but he had a very good sense of rhythm.

Yang Rui sat impatiently and patiently on the other side of the stove. In his mind, there were many thoughts, most of which belonged to food, a small part belonged to indelible scientific research, and some belonged to memories and fantasy.

He was impatient, it was urged by his sense of smell, although the fragrance that hit his face was light, it was something that Yang Rui had never experienced before. He has tasted many delicacies. The mellow aroma of beef and mutton, the richness of pork and the freshness of seafood have all been imprinted in his mind, but when it comes to rice, a simple big pot of rice can make people mouth watering, which is really beyond him. imagination.

This is a master chef, who brings food that contains his personal understanding, so Yang Rui is impatient.

At the same time, Yang Rui is full of patience. What he wants is not rice that can fill his stomach. If it is that kind of rice, although he is not good at experimenting, he can barely make it.

What Yang Rui really wants is this pot of rice beyond his understanding, if their taste is really as good as the aroma shown.

It was because of this reason that Yang Rui became more patient. He didn't want to rush Yu Xianyao, so as not to affect the quality of the rice in the slightest.

Yu Xianyao did it very easily.

Although he was circling around the firewood pot, although in the eyes of others, his hands and feet were almost busy, but maybe he was so proficient that Yu Xianyao was in a state where his body reacted faster than his mind, and he had more energy to watch. Glancing at Yang Rui, he asked, "Aren't you afraid of wasting time by waiting here?"

"I'm not afraid to wait for a good meal, I'm not in a hurry,

You take your time. "Yang Rui hurriedly told, although his saliva was about to drip.

Yu Xianyao smiled and asked, "Don't you need to do experiments? I see that everyone else is very busy."

"My main job is to think, and besides, I can't do experiments." Yang Rui easily admitted his disadvantage, and then said: "I am also thinking while waiting for you to cook, and the efficiency is even higher."

Yu Xianyao smiled, with an expression of "Since you said so, then it is so", and continued to be busy with his good work.

Yang Rui shrugged helplessly. In this regard, he did not lie. His main job is indeed to think, and it is unnecessary for him to spend all his time in the laboratory thinking. In a different environment, the thinking is more open.

Of course, Yang Rui's main purpose is not to think.

Compared with the progress of his thinking, the progress of the laboratory is lagging behind. Therefore, Yang Rui now has considerable leeway to try other ways of thinking and think about a wider range of content-for example, how to speed up Experiment progress, correct experiment sequence, get higher experiment accuracy and more data.

Unlike ordinary people's imagination, whether it is experimental accuracy, more experimental data, or even faster experimental progress, it has never been the actual goal of scientific experiments.

The actual goal of a scientific experiment is to get an answer.

Regardless of whether it is a statistical answer or an empirical answer, it will not blindly expand the scope, increase the accuracy, and just get the answer. In fact, it can be said to be a scientific principle.

This contains a simple scientific understanding: don't get too entangled, because if you entangle too much, you won't get the answer.

Just like the classic Newtonian mechanics, it used to seem like an unbreakable truth, but in the end, let alone ten thousand years, it would not be able to persist for a hundred years.

For the god-level achievements of god-level characters, there will be loopholes in the continuous expansion of the scope, let alone the ordinary research of ordinary people.

The scope of most scientific research results is actually very narrow.

However, the narrow scope is not wrong. As long as it is not wrong, it is a speck of dust in the progress of human scientific research. If the dust accumulates a lot, a building will eventually be built.

The study of g protein-coupled receptors is not to pursue the ultimate truth.

Whether there is an ultimate truth in the world itself is an ultimate truth that can be questioned.

The research on g protein-coupled receptors has not been completely completed even after another thirty years. However, since its inception, the increasingly clear ideas and illusions are based on more vague ideas, illusions, data, and empirical evidence. of.

It is also because Yang Rui has enough "time resources" that he has the courage to slightly modify the progress, expand the scope, and increase the speed. However, in this regard, he himself is also very cautious. Whether to proceed and how to proceed, he is also thinking among.

"The rice is ready, do you want to eat now?" Yu Xianyao asked suddenly.

"Okay, okay." Yang Rui nodded again and again, and in a blink of an eye, he settled his posture, picked up the chopsticks, and almost knocked on the table with them.

Yu Xianyao smiled, scooped up a bowl of rice plainly, put it in front of Yang Rui, and said, "I suggest you eat some white rice first, if you don't want to eat it, you can add other things."

"What can be added?"

"Soy sauce or lard. I brought them both. Soy sauce is made from soybeans in the sun. It is very fresh and light. Lard is selected suet. You can eat it anytime and refine it. Just a little, it's good for dinner."

Yang Rui couldn't understand, looked forward to it, and nodded hesitantly. He gently picked up the bowl, picked up a chopstick of rice, observed it first, and then put it into his mouth.

Yu Xianyao awakened the cooked rice. From the outside, it seemed that there was nothing outstanding. If he hadn’t watched him in the process of cooking the rice, he kept turning around, and kept opening and closing the lid to add and change the fire. nothing special.

With slight suspicion, Yang Rui chewed slowly.

And at the moment when the two rows of teeth met, a thick rice milk was squeezed out from the rice grains.

up?

rice?

Yang Rui only felt that his world view had been impacted.

How is it possible with rice?

Was all I used to eat fake rice?

The mature rice milk is like a very thick fresh soup, and it is different from animal or seafood-style fresh soup, but with a dense plant fragrance.

In contrast, Mi Li's Q-bomb is already icing on the cake, not a decisive performance.

"Is it the rice milk of the rice itself? Or did you add it in?" Yang Rui couldn't help asking, although it would be absurd to imagine Master Yu's disciples and grandchildren injecting liquid into rice grains with their buttocks...

"Of course it's the rice milk of the rice itself." Yu Xianyao said proudly: "To make the rice pulp out, the rice must first be good. You can't choose the rice with the hulls removed. Even if it is new rice, it won't last long after the hulls are removed. I It was rice that was freshly pounded by my nephew before coming here. Coupled with the skill of cooking and controlling the temperature of the fire, there is only this kind of rice, otherwise, why do you think I just stood by the stove and didn’t go anywhere.”

Yang Rui thought about it half-understood for a long time, then gave a thumbs up and said: "It's delicious!"

Yu Xianyao was stunned for a moment, and with despair for science students, he scooped up another bowl of rice, put it in front of Yang Rui with a "boom", and said, "Eat it while it's hot, is this bowl of soy sauce or lard?"

"Soy sauce first." Yang Rui picked up his chopsticks as he spoke, wishing he could stuff a third of the bowl of rice into his mouth.

The thicker rice milk sprayed out, and Yang Rui couldn't help closing his eyes, as if he had experienced the joy of primitive people climbing mountains and wading to collect a bowl of rice grains.

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