Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Ion Channel Laboratory.

Yang Rui sat upright in the corner, staring at the smoke curling in front and the busy figure beside the smoke.

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

Everyone settles down and fulfills their duties, gathers all the strengths, and allows each molecule to give full play to its full characteristics, and finally unified into a whole, it will become... a pot of fragrant. rice.

"It smells good." Yang Rui moved his nose and stared at the dachai hot pot panting slightly, as if staring at a young woman panting slightly.

Yu Xianyao leaned on the stove with one hand, slowly groping for the wooden pot lid, his movements were not nervous, but he had a very good sense of rhythm. He looked like he was comfortable with practicing for a long time.

Yang Rui was impatient and patient, sitting on the other side of the stove. In his mind, there were various ideas. Most of them belonged to gourmet food, a few belonged to indelible scientific research, and some belonged to memories and Fantasy.

He was impatient, it was urging by the sense of smell, and the scent that rushed to his face, although light, was something Yang Rui had never experienced before. He has tasted many delicacies. The mellow aroma of beef and mutton, the plumpness of pork and the fresh fragrance of seafood have been imprinted in his mind, but rice, a large pot of rice, can be mouth-watering, it is beyond him. Imagination.

This is a master chef who brings food that contains his personal understanding. Therefore, Yang Rui is impatient.

At the same time, Yang Rui is very patient. He doesn't want rice that fills his stomach. If it is that kind of rice, even though he is not good at experimenting, he can barely make it.

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

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

Yu Xianyao did it very easily.

Although he was circling around the firewood pot, although in the eyes of others, his hands and feet are almost busy, but perhaps he is too proficient, so that Yu Xianyao is basically in a state where his body reacts faster than his mind, and he has extra energy to watch. He glanced at Yang Rui and asked, "Are you waiting here, aren't you afraid of wasting time?"

"Don't be afraid to wait for a good meal, I'm not in a hurry, take your time." Yang Rui urged quickly, although his saliva was dripping.

Yu Xianyao smiled and asked, "Don't you need to do experiments? I think everyone else is busy."

"My main job is thinking, besides, I can't do experiments." Yang Rui easily admitted his disadvantages, and then said: "When I wait for you to cook, I am also thinking, and the efficiency is even higher."

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

Yang Rui shrugged helplessly. In this regard, he did not lie. His main job is indeed thinking, and it is unnecessary for him to spend all his time thinking in the laboratory. After changing the environment, the 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 lagging behind. Therefore, Yang Rui now has considerable margin to try other ways of thinking and think about a wider range of content-for example, how to speed up Experiment progress, revise experiment order, get higher experiment accuracy and more data.

Unlike 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 actual goal of scientific experiments is to get answers.

Regardless of whether it is a statistical answer or an empirical answer, it will not blindly expand the scope, increase the accuracy, and get the answer. In fact, it can be said that it is a scientific principle.

This contains a simple scientific understanding: don't entangle too much, entangle too much, you will not get the answer.

It's like the classic Newtonian mechanics. It used to be like an unbreakable truth. As a result, let alone ten thousand years, one hundred years will not persist.

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

The scope of most scientific research results is actually very narrow.

However, the narrow range is not wrong. As long as it is not wrong, it is a dust of human scientific research progress. If the dust accumulates, a building will eventually be built.

The research 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 in another thirty years. However, since its inception, the increasingly clear concepts and illusions are based on more vague concepts, illusions, data and evidence. of.

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 himself is extremely cautious. He is also thinking about whether to proceed and how to proceed. among.

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

"Okay, okay." Yang Rui nodded again and again, and in a blink of an eye he set up his posture, picked up the chopsticks, and used it to knock on the table.

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

"What can be added?"

"Soy sauce or lard. I brought them both. Soy sauce is made from soybeans in the sun. It is very fresh and light. Lard is a carefully selected suet oil. You can eat and refine at any time. Just a little bit is good.

Yang Rui was a little uncomprehending, and a little expectant, and nodded hesitantly. He gently picked up the bowl and picked up the rice with chopsticks. He observed it before putting it in his mouth.

Yu Xianyao awakened the cooked rice. From the appearance, it seemed that there was nothing outstanding. If it weren’t for the fact that he kept turning and opening and closing the lid to change the fire while he was cooking, he would never realize it. What's special.

With slight suspicion, Yang Rui chewed slowly.

At the moment when the two rows of teeth merged, a thick rice slurry was squeezed out of the rice grains.

Up?

Rice?

Yang Rui only felt that his worldview had been impacted.

How is rice possible?

Did I eat fake rice before?

Mature rice milk is like a very thick fresh soup, and it is different from animal or seafood-style fresh soup, but with the fragrance of dense plants.

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

"Is it the rice milk from the rice itself? Or did you add it in?" Yang Rui couldn't help but ask~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although it is a bit nonsense to imagine that Master Yu’s disciples and grandchildren raised their butts to inject liquid into the rice grains...

"Of course it is the rice milk of the rice itself." Yu Xianyao said triumphantly: "To make the rice flour, you must first have good rice. You can't choose hulled rice. Even if it's new rice, it won’t last long after the hull is removed. I Before I came, I asked my nephew to pound the rice freshly. Coupled with the steaming technique and mastering the heat, there is such rice. Otherwise, why did you think I was standing by the fire just now and not going anywhere."

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

Yu Xianyao was stunned for a moment. With desperation for science students, he scooped up another bowl of rice and put it in front of Yang Rui with a "boom", and said, "After eating while it is hot, is this bowl of soy sauce or lard?"

"First soy sauce." Yang Rui said, squeezing a large chopstick, wishing to stuff a third of the bowl of rice into his mouth.

A thicker rice syrup was sprayed out, and Yang Rui couldn't help closing his eyes. It seemed that he felt the joy of primitive people climbing mountains and wading and collecting a bowl of rice grains.

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