Chapter 1366

"Lao Li, give me a portion of fried dough sticks and soybean milk. Don't take it as a side dish. Give me a boiled egg. I'm hungry." Yang Rui trotted around and came back. After a little shower, he ran to the canteen and began to order. Every time he goes to a new place, the first thing he knows is the kitchen uncle.

Lao Li was also familiar with the handsome young man. He scooped out a large bowl of soybean milk with a smile and said, "don't worry, wait for two minutes. I'll fry two fresh fried dough sticks for you. Do you want pigeon eggs? It's fresh, just like eggs. It's nutritious and tastes good. "

"And pigeon eggs?" Yang Rui was a little surprised. The Promotion Association of laoshizi was a small meeting in the city, and the accommodation was arranged in the guest house of the publishing house. The location was relatively small, and the site was slightly larger, but it was not conspicuous. Unexpectedly, it had some characteristics.

Lao Li said with a smile: "I don't want to tell you that there are several farms next door? There are a lot of good things in it. When we are free, we can exchange some. I'll tell you, "have you seen three big head chickens?"

Normal people listen to so many things, brain to turn over, but Yang Rui is used to thinking every day, the twinkling of an eye said with a smile: "Turkey."

"Powerful, worthy of learning biology."

"It has nothing to do with biology. Three big headed chickens can only be turkeys." Yang Rui can't laugh or cry.

Lao Li didn't agree: "you think everyone is like you. The last time I talked about Turkey, there was a biology student who argued with me. He said that the theory of evolution is not so big. I was angry. I carried one at night and put it in front of him."

"Is it delicious?" Yang Rui's focus shifted instantly. He was really curious about the flavor of Turkey made by traditional cooks.

However, Lao Li shook his head and said, "the meat is very rough. I divided it into three pieces, one baked, one boiled and one braised. It's not so good. It's a waste of oil."

Yang Rui said with a little regret: "it's the same with the farm next door. What's the use of raising Turkey."

"Some leaders are willing to celebrate the festival." Lao Li said directly. He fished five pigeon eggs on the plate and gave them to Yang Rui.

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

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

"It doesn't look like quail eggs. There are flowers on quail eggs The one in the back door didn't seem to be easily fooled. He just looked at Yang Rui's plate and said with a smile, "give me this kind of one."

"No more." Lao Li knocked the spoon on the iron basin, and his face showed disdain. He is also the chef who entertains all the establishments. No matter what your customers want to eat and what they like to eat, everything will follow his own mind.

Yang Rui laughs. He used to be very angry with the chefs in this kind of public institutions. Later, forced by his greed and money in his hand, he took the way of smoking. The chef of the leisure unit will smile when he delivers a packet of red plum. If he delivers a packet of red pagoda mountain, he will hook up with you immediately. If he is more careful, he can have several more pieces of meat than others.

Yang Rui has no great desire to change the society. At least in the field of cooks, he is willing to go with the world. Every year, he grows so much Wuchang rice and raises so many big fat cows. No matter how evenly distributed, it doesn't make sense. Some people can't eat it. What's more, it's inhumane to forcibly distribute meat to people who don't like to eat meat. Why.

However, the backward researcher was a little younger. Seeing that Li ignored himself, he sat down in front of Yang Rui and said, "brother, how about two eggs?"

Breakfast is to learn the account, eat what do not give money, what eat also nobody tube.

Yang Rui smiles and shakes his head. Old Li refused to give it to the other party. Whatever the reason, he couldn't tear it down.

The young researcher was a little unhappy. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took three pigeon eggs from Yang Rui's plate, but he was stunned.

"You put it down!" Behind him, an old man gave a big drink.

The young man was nervous for a moment. Then he looked back and said, "master, you get up so early, don't I want to get some nutrition for you? The little brother can't eat so much by himself. "

It was Lao Fang who was called master by him. The latter snorted and said, "let's see the information. You go out to play every day. You're a little brother. You don't even know Yang Rui. What kind of academic conference do you come to attend?"

The more he said, the more angry he was. He lifted up his enamel jar and threw it over.

The young man dodged for a while, looked at Yang Rui in surprise, turned his head again, and said with a smile, "master, don't I know each other now? If you don't make a deal, Professor Yang, I'm sorry. I'm Qi He Rong. I don't know Taishan. I'm here to apologize to you. If you don't remember me, please let me go. "He is familiar with the process of apology, which has been tempered a lot.

Yang Rui can't judge whether they are acting or whether they want to get close to themselves. Before changing, he has to think about it carefully.

However, his attention at this time was focused on the Nobel Prize, and he was not willing to fight with Lao Fang or Qi He Rong at all. So he just laughed and said, "if you really apologize, peel the pigeon eggs for me, and ask the master for chopsticks and spoons. Don't touch your hands."

What Yang Rui said was like telling the waiter, not to mention saying hello to Lao Fang.

When Lao Fang frowned, Qi He Rong frowned and asked, "how to peel an eggshell with chopsticks and spoons?"

Yang Ruili didn't even pay attention to it. He ate fried dough sticks and soybean milk on his own.

Lao Fang couldn't figure it out. He winked and said to Qi He Rong, "since it's an apology, you can do whatever director Yang asks you to do."

Qi Herong then asked for a new spoon and chopsticks, and sadly peeled the small eggshell.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lao Fang sat opposite Yang Rui and said with a smile, "director Yang, we've been making a lot of noise these two days. How about you say something?"

He's just being polite with you. He's a little bit dependent on the old. He's waiting for Yang Rui to be modest.

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

"Yes?"

"There is a deviation in our understanding. We can't come to a conclusion in our discussion." Yang Rui pokes the fried dough sticks into the soybean milk and eats them freely.

In breakfast, if soybean milk doesn't go with fried dough sticks, it's the third tier status at most. The public can't compare with bean curd, and the region can't compare with Hula soup, mutton soup, porridge, Camellia oleifera, fried liver... But once you poke fried dough sticks into soybean milk, the taste immediately improves. Impolitely, this kind of food that comes from the people's spontaneous initiative is no problem stepping on three Michelin 3-star.

If the fried dough sticks are older and the soy milk is more authentic, the taste will be improved several times.

At this time, Yang Rui felt very delicious. He threw aside his cheeks, ate up two fried dough sticks, dipped half a bowl of soybean milk, and still had more to say.

Where did Lao Fang suffer from this? He frowned again and said, "director Yang, if we don't discuss it, there will be no result. If there is a deviation, we will correct it."

"It's too far to correct."

"You don't say, how can you know." Lao Fang insisted.

Yang Rui took a look at him. He first reached out and took the pigeon egg back. He peeled off the remaining one and put it in his mouth. After swallowing it, he drank a mouthful of soybean milk and said, "since that's the point, I'll count it."

"You said Lao Fang stood up calmly.

Yang Rui didn't say it immediately. He ate another pigeon egg and drank soybean milk. He ate another pigeon egg and drank soybean milk.

Lao Fang still looked at Yang Rui steadily and said, "you can count it. I'll see if I can go on."

"I said that." Yang Rui's voice was a little low.

Yang Rui is very familiar with scholars like Lao Fang. They are both old athletes and persistent researchers. They eventually form a form of political cunning and academic obstinacy. They are qualified to teach and solve puzzles, but as pioneering researchers, they are gloomy.

Yang Rui doesn't have a good way to deal with this kind of obstinacy. A few days ago, he relied on Professor Cai and President Liu. Today, people are blocking the door, and Yang Rui has nothing to do.

Lao Fang made a "please" gesture.

"2000." Without further delay, Yang Rui spoke out.

"Twenty million?" It took a few seconds for Lao Fang to wake up and laugh.

Qi He Rong, his student, seemed to be ignited by laughter. He immediately exploded and stood up and said, "do you think you really won the Nobel Prize?"

"It's not up to you whether I take it or not." Yang Rui put the young Qi He Rong back, looked at Lao Fang again, and said, "whether I take it or not, it's more than this number."

"You take two-thirds by yourself? You are not afraid of the wind Lao Fang lost his fantasy, and his tone became impolite.

"Not two-thirds, not 20 million." Yang Rui finished, took the plate, changed the table, and cried: "Lao Li, give me another fried dough sticks."

"All right." Lao Li Dian Dian brought up the fried dough sticks, no matter what they were arguing about.

However, two middle-aged people who had just entered the door, their eyes shining with excitement, took out their pens at the same time, and they were writing on the breakfast table.……