Magdalen's Academy, originally known as Buckingham College — a name that has nothing to do with Xujiang in Jinghai City, of course — is less well-known than other large, well-known colleges such as Trinity, King's, and St. John's, and covers a small area.

Luckily, the college is also located along the River Cam, which is arguably the most central part of the University of Cambridge.

Blackett is a student of this academy, and Chen Muwu has been there to look for him a few times, so he knows how to go on the road.

Ye Gongchao should have received a letter from his uncle Ye Gongxuan a long time ago, knowing that a fellow Chinese villager was going to study in Cambridge.

So when he received the news that a Chinese man was visiting, he hurried out of his room.

Ye Gongchao's figure is very well-proportioned, but he only has a big round face, wearing an elegant suit, and the leather shoes under his feet are polished and shiny, and the oiled hair on his head reflects each other in the sun.

"Brother Hanchen, the younger brother has admired his name in the British newspaper for a long time, and it is really a blessing to finally meet today."

When Ye Gongchao laughed, the flesh on his face squeezed his facial features together, looking a little honest and funny.

It stands to reason that his uncle Ye Gongqiu and Chen Muqiao are colleagues, and Chen Muqiao is Chen Muwu's eldest brother.

Therefore, according to the complicated etiquette in interpersonal interactions at this time, Ye Gongchao should also regard Chen Muwu as an elder.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly called Chen Muwu a junior, and if he was a bystander, it was estimated that he would immediately turn his face.

Fortunately, Chen Muwu is not a particular person, and he does not find fault with the person in front of him who is only two years younger than him.

He smiled: "Gongchao, why be polite between you and me!" The ham that Principal Ye asked me to bring you is now considered to be complete. ”

Ye Gongchao's name is Chongzhi, the word Gongchao, and the word line.

Chen Muwu called him that, which was not rude.

"After going abroad for a few years, what I want to eat most is a bite of hometown food. It's not like a big city like London, where there isn't a single Chinese restaurant in the whole of Cambridgeshire. Every time you want to satisfy your Chinese appetite, you can either take the train and eat in London's Chinatown, or you can do it yourself and barely cook a few simple dishes to put your thoughts and emotions off. Brother Hanchen, this ham you brought really saved my life in time. ”

Ye Gongchao took the ham from Chen Muwu's hand, welcomed Chen Muwu into Magdalian, and thanked him as he walked.

"Hey, George, what's that in your hand? Iberian ham? ”

The two walked in the courtyard, and someone passed by and greeted Ye Gongchao.

George is Ye Gongchao's English name.

"John, this is not a Spanish ham, but another kind of ham that has come all the way from my hometown. Tomorrow at noon, you are welcome to come to me to taste my hometown cuisine. ”

Ye Gongchao spoke in a standard English accent and responded to the other party generously.

"Okay, that's it!"

Chen Muwu asked curiously: "Gongchao, what's the matter, can the students in your academy still cook?" ”

"Of course, there is a communal kitchen on each floor of the student residence hall that all students can use."

Chen Muwu thought about the cramped and dimly lit one-person room he rented in Mrs. Brown's house, and then looked at the spacious and bright dormitory in Magdalen College in front of him.

Walking to his room, Ye Gongchao hung the ham on the nail on the wall, then let Chen Muwu into the chair in front of the desk, and took out a 555 brand cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it over.

"Thanks, I won't." Chen Muwu waved his hand.

He carefully looked at the room in front of him, unlike those vassal and elegant people who put a shelf of books in the room, Ye Gongchao was on the shelf of the dormitory, full of all kinds of spices and spices, as well as Tianyu's rose dew, Shao Xing's Huadiao wine.

"Gongchao, I didn't expect you to have this kind of Yaxing."

"Brother Hanchen smiled, little brother, I went to China and left my hometown since I was a child, and traveled between the United States and Europe, but I am not used to eating this Westerner thing at all, so I can only cook it myself. Although Meng Fuzi said that 'a gentleman is far away from cooking', Confucius also said that 'you don't get tired of eating, and you don't get tired of being fine', isn't it? Tonight is too short to prepare. Wait until noon tomorrow, and the little brother will ask Brother Hanchen to taste our craftsmanship! ”

In the original time and space, there is always a stalk on the Internet that I didn't learn anything when I studied abroad, but I learned to cook and went home, but I didn't expect that its origin could be traced back to the Ye Gongchao in front of me.

If Ye Gongchao can really cook a good dish, Chen Muwu doesn't mind coming to him every once in a while in the future.

"That's a lot of a disturbance."

"Brother Hanchen, what is this polite between you and me! The younger brother recently read a lot of the deeds of the elder brother in the newspaper, and specially found the two papers published by the elder brother one after the other to read carefully, trying to learn a thing or two from them. But after all, it is the younger brother who is shallow in his learning, and he can't peek into his doorway.

"Dude, can he really achieve this time travel you said?"

Chen Muwu, who only got out of Eddington in the morning, didn't expect Ye Gongchao to talk to him about this.

You say that you are a liberal arts student, you can write poetry and write poetry, and you just do essays, why do you have to be curious about this kind of thing?

So Chen Muwu simply seized the initiative of the words, and instead of answering the question, he asked: "Gongchao, if you can go back to the past, what era do you want to return to, and why?" ”

Ye Gongchao took the cigarette in his hand into his mouth and struck the match a few times before lighting the cigarette.

He took a deep breath and thought about it with a frown.

And Chen Muwu also stared at the matchbox in Ye Gongchao's hand, and a strange thought popped up in his mind.

The old-school Rutherford just used matches, why did even the young Ye Gongchao, who was keen on catching up with fashion, use this match?

Don't you even have a lighter these days?

Ye Gongchao's words interrupted Chen Muwu's thinking: "I think, if I can go back to the past, what I want to go back to the Ming Dynasty the most." Zheng He, the eunuch of the three guarantees, went to the West seven times, but the purpose achieved was not proportional to the financial, material and human resources consumed. If we had returned to the Ming Dynasty and succeeded in persuading our ancestors to open up territory, develop capitalism, vigorously build overseas colonies, emigrate overseas, plunder the minerals and economy of the colonies, and establish a new order in the world with Confucianism as the guiding ideology, then our vast China would not have suffered the humiliation of being behind the people today......"

Chen Muwu continued to listen to Ye Gongchao's various whimsical ideas about him after he traveled back to the past, as if he was listening to a clumsy novel that was clearly pierced.

However, he also successfully diverted Ye Gongchao's attention, so that he no longer pestered himself, and told him the principle of time travel.

……

At noon the next day, Chen Muwu came to Magdalen Academy again as promised and had a meal with Ye Gongchao.

One thing to say, Xiao Ye's craftsmanship is really good, and the eldest brother can be regarded as introducing himself to a wonderful person.

At least when he wants to eat Chinese food in the future, he doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

Ye Gongchao's friend, he Chen Muwu is settled!