Chapter 1200

Ion channel laboratory.

Yang ruiduan sat upright in the corner, gazing at the curl of smoke in front, and the busy figure beside the smoke.

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

Everyone has their own duties and responsibilities. Gather all the forces together, let each molecule give full play to its full characteristics, and finally unite into a whole, which will become... A pot of fragrant rice.

"It smells good." Yang Rui stirs his nose and stares at the gasping firewood hotpot, just like a young woman.

Yu Xianyao, leaning on the hearth with one hand, slowly fumbled for the wooden lid of the pot. His movements were not tense, but he had a very good sense of rhythm. He had been practicing for a long time and was at ease.

Yang Rui sat on the other side of the hearth impatiently and patiently. In his mind, there are many ideas. Most of them belong to delicious food, a few belong to indelible scientific research, and some belong to memory and fantasy.

His impatience was prompted by his sense of smell. Although the fragrance was light, it was something Yang Rui had never experienced before. He has tasted a lot of delicious food. The mellow smell of beef and mutton, the plump pork and the fresh smell of seafood have all been imprinted in his mind. It is beyond his imagination to say that rice, a simple large pot of rice, can make people salivate.

This is a master chef, bringing his personal understanding of food, therefore, Yang Rui is impatient.

At the same time, Yang Rui is full of patience. What he wants is not enough rice to fill his stomach. If it is such rice, he is not good at experiment, but can do it.

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

It was for this reason that Yang Rui became patient. He didn't want to urge Yu Xianyao to avoid the slightest impact on the quality of rice.

Yu Xianyao did it very easily.

Although he is circling around the firewood hotpot, and although his hands and feet are almost busy in the eyes of others, he is probably too skilled, so that Yu Xianyao's body reacts faster than his mind. He especially has the strength to take a look at Yang Rui and ask, "are you waiting here? Aren't you afraid of wasting your time?"

"I'm not afraid to wait for a good meal. I'm not in a hurry. Take your time." Yang Rui quickly told him that although his saliva was about to drip down.

With a smile, Yu Xianyao asked, "don't you have to do experiments? I think everyone else is busy. "

"My main job is to think. Besides, I can't do experiments." Yang Rui easily admitted his disadvantages, and then said: "I'm waiting for your cooking time, but also in thinking, the efficiency is still higher."

Yu Xianyao smile, a pair of "since you say so, that is so" expression, continue to busy with their good work.

Yang Rui shrugs helplessly. In this respect, he doesn't lie. His main work is really thinking. Moreover, it's unnecessary for him to spend all his time in the laboratory thinking. At this time, he has changed an environment and his 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 backward. Therefore, Yang Rui now has a considerable margin to try other ways of thinking, and think about a broader range of content - for example, how to speed up the progress of experiments, correct the order of experiments, and get higher experimental accuracy and more data.

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

The practical goal of scientific experiments is to get answers.

Whether the answer is statistical or empirical, it will not blindly expand the scope, increase the accuracy and get the answer. In fact, it is a scientific principle.

This contains a simple scientific understanding: don't tangle too much, tangle too much, you can't get the answer.

It's like the classic Newtonian mechanics. It used to seem like an eternal truth. As a result, it can't be persisted for a hundred years, let alone ten thousand years.

For the God level achievements of God level characters, the continuous expansion of the scope will lead to loopholes, not to mention the ordinary research of ordinary characters.

In fact, the scope of most scientific research achievements is very narrow.

However, the narrow scope is not wrong. As long as it is not wrong, it is a dust of human scientific research progress. If more dust is accumulated, it will eventually build a building.

G The research of protein coupled receptor is not to pursue the ultimate truth.Whether there is ultimate truth in the world is itself a questionable ultimate truth.

G The research of protein coupled receptor will not be completed completely in another 30 years. However, since its inception, the increasingly clear ideas and illusions are based on more vague ideas, illusions, data and empirical evidence.

Yang Rui also has enough "time resources" to have the courage to slightly revise the progress, expand the scope and increase the speed. However, in this regard, he is also extremely cautious. He is also thinking about whether and how to carry out it.

"The rice is ready. Do you want it now?" Yu Xianyao asked suddenly.

"Good, good, good." Yang Rui nodded again and again. In a twinkling of an eye, he posed and picked up his chopsticks, which he almost used to knock on the table.

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

"What can I add?"

"Soy sauce or lard. I've brought them all. Soy sauce is made from soy beans. It's very fresh and light. Lard is a choice of suet, ready to eat with refining, as long as a little, it's very good to eat

Yang Rui nodded his head in some incomprehension, some expectation and some hesitation. He gently picked up the bowl and put a chopstick of rice in his mouth after observing.

Yu Xianyao wakes up the cooked rice. From the appearance, it doesn't seem to be outstanding. If it wasn't for the fact that in the process of cooking rice, he kept turning around and opening the lid and closing the lid to add and change the fire, he didn't realize that there was anything special.

With a little doubt, Yang Rui chews slowly.

At the moment when the two rows of teeth meet, a thick stream of rice slurry is squeezed out of the rice grains.

****What happened?

****My rice?

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

How is rice possible?

What I used to eat was fake rice?

Mature rice paste is like a very thick soup, and is different from animal or seafood soup, but with dense plant fragrance.

In contrast, rice grain's q-bomb is a icing on the cake, not a decisive performance.

"Is it the paste of the rice itself? Or did you add it? " Yang Rui can't help but ask, although imagine Master Yu's disciples and grandchildren pricking their hips to inject liquid into rice grains, there's some bullshit

"It's the paste of the rice itself, of course." Yu Xianyao said triumphantly: "to make the rice paste, first of all, the rice must be good. You can't choose the rice without shell. Even if it's new rice, it won't last long after the shell is removed. I asked my nephew to make new rice before I came here. Plus cooking technology, grasp the heat, only such rice, otherwise, why do you think I just stood by the stove, where do not go

After thinking for a long time, Yang Rui thumbed up and said, "delicious!"

Yu Xianyao was stunned for a moment. With despair of science students, he scooped up a bowl of rice and put it in front of Yang Rui, saying, "when it's hot, is this bowl filled with soy sauce or lard?"

"Soy sauce first." Yang Rui said with a big clip of chopsticks, eager to put a third of the bowl of rice into his mouth.

The more thick rice milk spurted out. Yang Rui could not help but close his eyes. He seemed to appreciate the joy of primitive people when they climbed mountains and waded through rivers and collected a bowl of rice grains.

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