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

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

Everyone has their own duties, each does its duty, gathers all the strength, so that each molecule can fully exert 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, his eyes staring at the big firewood hot pot that was slightly panting, as if staring at a young woman who was panting slightly.

Yu Xianyao held the stove with one hand, slowly groping for the wooden lid of the pot, his movements were not nervous, but he had a very good sense of rhythm, and he looked like he had practiced for a long time and was at ease.

Yang Rui sat impatiently and patiently on the other side of the stove, his mind had a variety of ideas, most of which belonged to food, a small part belonged to indelible scientific research, and some belonged to memories and fantasies.

He was impatient, urged by his sense of smell, and the aroma that came to his face, although light, was something that Yang Rui had never experienced before. He has tasted many delicacies, the mellow aroma of beef and mutton, the plump meat of pork and the fresh aroma 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, it is really beyond his 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 fills his stomach, if it is that kind of rice, although he is not good at experiments, he can barely make it.

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

It was for this reason that Yang Rui became patient, he didn't want to urge 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 hot pot, although in the eyes of others, his hands and feet were almost busy, but perhaps he was too skilled, so that Yu Xianyao was in a state where his body reacted faster than his thinking, and he glanced at Yang Rui with extra strength, and asked, "Are you waiting here, aren't you afraid of wasting time?"

"I'm not afraid to wait for a good meal, I'm not in a hurry, you take your time. Yang Rui hurriedly advised, although his saliva was about to drip down.

Yu Xianyao smiled and asked, "Don't you have 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 disadvantages, and then said: "I am also thinking about the time I am waiting for you to cook, and the efficiency is higher." ”

Yu Xianyao smiled, with an expression of "Since you said so, that's it", and continued to be busy with the work he was good at.

Yang Rui shrugged helplessly, in this regard, he was not lying, his main job was indeed thinking, and it was not necessary for him to spend all his time thinking in the laboratory.

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, so now Yang Rui has a considerable margin to try other ways of thinking, and think about a wider range of content - for example, how to speed up the progress of experiments, correct the order of experiments, and obtain higher experimental accuracy and more data.

Contrary to what ordinary people imagine, whether it is experimental accuracy, more experimental data, or even faster experimental progress, it has never been the actual goal of scientific experiments.

The real goal of a scientific experiment is to get answers.

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.

There is a simple scientific understanding in this: don't dwell too much, too much tangle, you won't get the answer.

It's like classic Newtonian mechanics, which once seemed to be an unbreakable truth, but as a result, let alone 10,000 years, it can't be held out for a hundred years.

For the god-level achievements of god-level figures, there will be loopholes in the continuous expansion of the scope, not to mention the ordinary research of ordinary people.

Most of the scientific research results are actually very narrow.

However, the narrow scope is not wrong, as long as it is not wrong, then it is a speck of dust in the progress of human scientific research, and the dust accumulates too much, and the edifice will eventually be built.

The study of G protein-coupled receptors is not about pursuing the ultimate truth.

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

The research on G protein-coupled receptors has not been completely completed even in another 30 years, but the increasingly clear ideas and illusions have been based on more vague ideas, illusions, data and empirical evidence.

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

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

"Good, good, good. Yang Rui nodded again and again, and in a blink of an eye, he took a pose, picked up the chopsticks, and almost used them to knock on the table.

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

"What can I add?"

"Soy sauce or lard. I brought it all, and the soy sauce is made from soybeans exposed to the sun, which is extremely fresh and light. Lard is a selected plate oil, which can be eaten and refined at any time, and as long as it is a little, it is very good to eat. ”

Yang Rui nodded a little incomprehensibly, with some expectation, and with some hesitation, he gently picked up the bowl, sandwiched a pair of chopsticks and rice, and observed it before putting it in his mouth.

Yu Xianyao woke up the cooked rice, from the appearance, it didn't seem to be outstanding, if it weren't for the fact that in the process of cooking the rice, he kept turning in circles, constantly opening and closing the lid to add fire and change the fire, he wouldn't have realized anything special at all.

With a slight suspicion, Yang Rui chewed slowly.

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

Bursting pulp?

Popping rice?

Yang Rui only felt that his worldview had been impacted.

How can rice burst pulp?

Was it all fake rice that I used to eat?

Ripe rice milk is like a very thick soup, and it is different from animal or seafood-style soup, but has a dense plant fragrance.

In contrast, the Q bomb of rice grains is the icing on the cake, not a decisive performance.

"Is it the rice milk from the rice itself?" or did you add it?" Yang Rui couldn't help but ask, although it was a bit nonsense to imagine Master Yu's disciples and grandchildren injecting liquid into rice grains with their butts......

"The rice milk, of course, is the rice itself. Yu Xianyao said proudly: "If you want to make the rice pulp, you must first have good rice, you can't choose the rice that has been shelled, even if it is new rice, it won't last long after the shell is removed, I am here to let my nephew make new rice." Coupled with the steaming technique and the control of the heat, there is such rice, otherwise, why do you think I was standing by the stove just now and not going anywhere. ”

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

Yu Xianyao was stunned for a moment, with despair for the science student, scooped another bowl of rice, put it in front of Yang Rui with a "bang", and said, "Finish eating while it's hot, is this bowl poured soy sauce or lard?"

"Soy sauce first. Yang Rui said and took a big pair of chopsticks, eager to stuff one-third of the bowl of rice into his mouth.

Thicker rice milk sprayed out, and Yang Rui couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he had some taste of the joy of primitive people when they climbed mountains and waded through rivers and collected a bowl of rice grains.

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