Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Lao Li, give me fried dough sticks and soy milk, no side dishes, just give me a hard-boiled egg, I'm starving." Yang Rui came back from a trot, took a cold shower and went to the cafeteria to start ordering. Every time he goes to a new place, the first person he meets is the kitchen uncle.

Lao Li also got acquainted with this handsome young man, and scooped up a large bowl of soy milk with a smile, and said, "Don't worry about waiting for two minutes, I'll fry two fresh fritters for you. Do you want to eat pigeon eggs? They are also fresh." , similar to eggs, with better nutrition and good taste."

"There are still pigeon eggs?" Yang Rui was a little surprised. The Promotion Association of Lao Shizi is a small association in this city, and the accommodation arranged is also in the guest house of the publishing house. The location is relatively remote and the site is slightly larger, but it is not conspicuous. Unexpectedly It's even a bit special.

Lao Li smiled triumphantly, and said: "I don't tell ordinary people, don't we have several farms next door? There are a lot of good things in them. We usually go to exchange some when we are free. Let me tell you, three Have you ever seen a chicken with a big head?"

A normal person would be overwhelmed by hearing so many things, but Yang Rui was used to thinking about problems every day, so he said with a smile in a blink of an eye, "Huo**."

"Excellent, as expected of a student of biology."

"This has nothing to do with studying biology. Three chickens with big heads can only be live chickens." Yang Rui couldn't laugh or cry.

Lao Li disagreed: "You think everyone is like you. When I talked about turkey last time, there was a biology student who argued with me, saying that the theory of evolution doesn't have such a big chicken. I'm so angry. I picked one up and put it in front of him."

"Is it delicious?" Yang Rui's focus shifted instantly. He was really curious about the taste of turkey cooked by traditional cooks.

But Lao Li shook his head and said: "The meat is very rough. I divided it into three pieces. One piece was roasted, one piece was boiled, and one piece was braised in braised sauce. It's not very good. It's a waste of oil."

Yang Rui said regretfully: "The farm next door is the same. What's the use of raising turkeys?"

"Some leaders' families are willing to celebrate foreign festivals." Lao Li said directly, and transferred five pigeon eggs and put them on a plate, and gave them to Yang Rui.

"Hey, is there a new dish today?" The researcher who came in later didn't know Yang Rui, so he saw the pigeon eggs on his plate.

Lao Li showed a slight smile and said, "How many quail eggs?"

"This doesn't look like a quail egg. There are flowers on the quail egg." The person who entered the door at the back didn't seem to be easy to be fooled, so he looked at Yang Rui's plate and said with a smile: "Give me this kind of egg." of."

"Gone.

"Old Li tapped the spoon on the iron basin a few times, showing disdain. He is also the chef who caters to all the preparations. He cares about what your customers want to eat, and everything follows his own heart.

Yang Rui looked at it and smiled. He used to be very angry with the chefs of this kind of public institution. Later, because of his greed and money, he adopted the method of spreading smoke to clear the way. The chef in the leisure unit would smile when he handed out a bag of red plums. If he handed a bag of Hongtashan, he would immediately hook up with you.

Yang Rui has no great desire to change the society. At least in the world of chefs, he is voluntary and voluntary. There is only so much Wuchang rice planted every year, and only so many big fat cattle are raised. It is meaningless to distribute evenly , there must be someone who can't eat it. Besides, forcibly distributing meat to people who don't like meat is also inhumane, so why bother.

However, the researcher who came in later was a little younger. Seeing that Lao Li ignored him, he sat in front of Yang Rui and said, "Brother, how about two eggs?"

The breakfast is paid by the society, and they don’t pay for anything they eat, and no one cares if they can’t eat anything.

Yang Rui smiled and shook his head. Lao Li refused to give it to the other party, no matter what the reason, he naturally couldn't tear it down.

The young researcher was a little unhappy, stretched out his hand, and took three pigeon eggs from Yang Rui's plate, which stunned Yang Rui.

"Put it down!" Behind him, an old man shouted angrily.

The young man was nervous for a moment, and when he looked back, he smiled playfully again, and said, "Master, you got up so early, didn't I just want to give you some nutrition? This little brother can't finish it all by himself." many."

It was Lao Fang who was called the master by him. The latter snorted and said, "Let you read the materials and read the materials. You go out to play around every day. You are still a little brother. You don't even know Yang Rui. You What kind of academic conference did you come to attend!"

The more Lao Fang talked, the more angry he was, he lifted his enamel jar and threw it over.

The young man hid for a while, looked at Yang Rui in surprise, turned his head again, and said with a smile: "Master, didn't I just know each other? If you don't make a deal, Professor Yang, I'm sorry, I, Qi Herong, don't know Taishan with my eyes." , I apologize to you here, you adults don’t remember villains, please let me go.”

He is quite familiar with the process of apologizing, and it looks like it has been honed a lot.

Yang Rui couldn't tell if they were acting, or they wanted to get close to him, he had to think carefully before changing it.

However, his attention at this time was all focused on the Nobel Prize, and he didn't want to compete with Lao Fang or Qi Herong at all, so he just smiled and said: "If you sincerely apologize, then peel the pigeon eggs for me. Ask the master for chopsticks and spoons, keep your hands away."

What Yang Rui said was like ordering the waiter, and he didn't say hello to Lao Fang.

Lao Fang frowned, Qi Herong frowned, and asked, "How to peel an eggshell with chopsticks and a spoon."

Yang Rui ignored it, and ate deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk on his own.

Lao Fang couldn't figure it out, so he winked and said to Qi Herong, "Since it's an apology, you can do whatever Director Yang asks you to do."

Qi Herong asked for a new spoon and chopsticks, and peeled off the small eggshell miserably.

Lao Fang took advantage of the opportunity to sit opposite Yang Rui, and said with a smile, "Director Yang, we've been arguing for the past two days. How about it? Tell me something."

He is pretending to be polite by using you, and he is a bit of a pedantic posture, just waiting for Yang Rui to be humble.

Yang Rui only raised his eyebrows and said, "There's nothing to discuss."

"kindness?"

"Our understanding is biased, and we can't discuss the results." Yang Rui poked the fried dough sticks into the soy milk and ate heartily.

In breakfast, if soy milk is not served with fried dough sticks, it is at most third-tier status. The public is not as good as tofu nao, and the region is not as good as Hu spicy soup, lamb soup, raw porridge, oil tea, fried liver... But once the fried dough sticks are poked into In soy milk, the taste is immediately qualitatively improved. To put it bluntly, it is no problem to step on three Michelin stars for this kind of food that comes from the spontaneous creativity of the people.

If the oil used for the fritters is older and the soy milk is more authentic, the taste will be improved several times.

Yang Rui felt that it was very delicious right now, he shook off his cheeks, ate up two deep-fried sticks in one go, dipped half a bowl of soy milk, and still couldn't get enough of it.

Where did Lao Fang suffer from this before? His brows frowned again, and he said, "Director Yang, if we don't discuss it, it will be fruitless. If there is a deviation, let's correct the deviation."

"The difference is too far, and I can't correct it."

"If you don't tell me, how will you know?" Lao Fang insisted.

Yang Rui glanced at him, first he stretched out his hand and brought back the pigeon egg, then peeled off the remaining one, stuffed it into his mouth, and after he swallowed it, he took a sip of soy milk and said, "Since we have reached this point, I will report the number."

"Tell me." Old Fang straightened up calmly.

Yang Rui didn't say anything immediately, he ate another pigeon egg, drank soy milk, ate another pigeon egg, and drank soy milk.

Lao Fang still looked at Yang Rui steadily, and said, "You tell me the number, and I'll see if I can continue."

"Then I said it." Yang Rui's voice was a little lower.

Yang Rui is still very familiar with scholars like Lao Fang. They are not only old athletes, but also persistent old researchers. They finally formed a form of political cunning and academic stubbornness. , is quite qualified, but as a pioneering researcher, he is obviously depressed.

For this kind of old stubbornness, Yang Rui has no good solution. A few days ago, he relied on Professor Cai and Dean Liu to support him. Today, when they blocked the door, Yang Rui had no choice.

Lao Fang made a "please" gesture.

"2000." Yang Rui opened his mouth and said it without further delay.

"Two thousand... ten thousand?" It took Lao Fang a few seconds to come to his senses, and he immediately laughed.

His student Qi Herong seemed to be ignited by laughter, and immediately exploded, stood up and said, "Do you think you really won the Nobel Prize?"

"It's not up to you to decide whether I take it or not." Yang Rui pushed the young Qi Herong back with one sentence, looked at Lao Fang again, and said, "Whether I take it or not, it's more than this number."

"You get two-thirds by yourself? You're not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue." Lao Fang lost his illusions, and his tone became harsh.

"It may not be two-thirds, and it may not be 20 million." After Yang Rui finished speaking, he took the plate, changed the table, and shouted: "Old Li, give me another fried dough stick."

"Okay." Old Li brought up the fried dough sticks in a turbulent manner, not caring what they were arguing about.

On the other hand, the two middle-aged men who had just entered the door, their eyes sparkling with excitement, took out their pens at the same time, and began to write vigorously on the breakfast table.

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I sorted out my thoughts in the past two days, sorry.