Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Be lighter, lighter, and be careful to smash it."

"Slow down, get a little swift."

Yang Rui turned over and avoided the sun shining on him, especially unwilling to get up.

A faint humming sound came from outside the window. It took a long time for the noise to dissipate. Yang Rui's frowning brows stretched out, and he fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

Yang Rui was aroused by the aroma of lunch.

Without getting up, he could smell the rich sweet and sour and meaty taste. After carefully distinguishing it, Yang Rui's mind came up with sweet and sour pork loin, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour pork strips, sweet and sour honey meat, and sweet and sour octopus. Waiting for a series of nouns, his mouth watered...

Well, the sweet and sour octopus won't drool anymore. Seafood flees into the sweet and sour in order to hide the fishy. It must be ashamed to see people.

Yang Rui got up ignorantly and washed in the bathroom in the room.

In Beijing’s courtyard houses, it was only after 2000 that more and more people installed their own toilets. In the 1980s, there was no place for water pipes, but toilets could not be installed if they wanted to.

In fact, even 30 years later, there will be many courtyards that can only go to public toilets. Yang Rui can enjoy the modern life ahead of time, purely with money.

Either science and technology change lives, or money changes life. The old rich man in ancient times did not understand science and technology, and still lived at ease. Modern ordinary people have no money and can only rely on science and technology.

In the 1980s, the domestic level of science and technology could not be discussed, that is, Bei@京 and 上@海 had a certain accumulation.

Fortunately, Yang Rui made more than enough money, but his living standard was not lower than before.

He walked slowly into the yard, and immediately saw a few of Chef Yu’s apprentices placing the dishes, and a wave of refreshment immediately came to his mind.

No matter how high your income in Sweden is, how can the privileged class of my capital be comfortable?

Yang Rui sat down on the dining table with a big sword. After a while, she saw Jing Yulan coming out of the kitchen. She was holding a plate in one hand and a small row in the other, gnawing with relish until Seeing Yang Rui, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly rounded.

"Um..." Jing Yulan's mouth was stuffed with a small row, but she couldn't speak.

Yang Rui was also a little dazed. He didn't seem to have seen Teacher Jing like this.

"Is it delicious?" Yang Rui asked suddenly.

Jing Yulan nodded her head twice, and then put her right hand behind her casually, then put the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table and said, "Chef Yu is here to help. I'm about to ask you to get up."

"Chef Yu is here, too polite." Yang Rui also said nothing.

According to his request to Academician Zhu, Chef Yu only needs to cook one meal a day in the small cafeteria. However, Yang Rui corrupted Yu's master and apprentice so badly, and occasionally came to help at home.

"I'm going to say hello to Chef Yu." Yang Rui said with a smile, and got up to thank Chef Yu.

This is not the age when you just give money. Corrosion also needs to be corroded.

Chef Yu didn't come out purely for money. If he wanted to make money, he would earn a higher income from his own restaurant.

"Lao Yu, I trouble you to run again today." Yang Rui said thank you when he entered the kitchen.

Chef Yu held a large spoon with his back straight. He glanced at Yang Rui and said with a smile: "There is no trouble or trouble. I took the initiative to come. The success you have done in Sweden has been reported in China. Now, my grandson asked, Yang Rui, who gave us glory abroad, is Yang Rui I know."

Yang Rui laughed.

"I wanted to give you a gift, but then I thought, you are a lover of eating, and when you go to a foreign country, you may not have the habit of eating, so I took the initiative to come and cook you a meal." Chef Yu said. Waved his hand and said: "The kitchen is so smokey, you go and work, I will fry two more dishes and come out."

"Okay." Yang Rui didn't say much, and went back to the dining table.

Looking at Jing Yulan, who was facing her back, she was still holding a small row in her hand, chewing carefully, and there were three small bone sticks on the table.

"I think you've already seen me steal it. It's better to eat upright." Jing Yulan stood tall, Shuangfeng proudly.

Yang Rui muttered in his heart, "You are reasonable," and felt a little hungry, so he grabbed a small row and gnawed at it.

Chef Yu’s sweet and sour pork ribs are typically crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The tenderness here is soft and rotten, and the sweet and sour mouth is already easy to appetite, and Yang Rui couldn't stop eating it.

When eating foreign food in Sweden, Yang Rui is actually used to it most of the time.

The Nordic people are used to eating beef and mutton, and the methods are varied, such as Swedish meatballs, which are still quite global. However, when they are abroad, they have no feelings. When they go home and eat Chinese food, Yang Rui wants to cry. feel.

"It's delicious." Yang Rui said to Jing Yulan.

"Yes." Jing Yulan nodded fiercely.

"You have sauce on the corner of your mouth."

"you too."

"Really tasty."

"Yes."

The two quickly wiped out a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in a circular chat.

Yang Rui let out a long sigh and said, "I only feel like returning home now."

Jing Yulan nodded heavily, then quietly wiped the corners of her mouth, and then sat down, looking like a good-looking person waiting for a formal meal, and said, "Would you like to meet people today, like Professor Cai and them, you have to visit."

"I want to walk a little bit." Yang Rui nodded, and said: "You have to sort out the things that Sweden brings back."

"I installed it all."

"That's good." Yang Rui smiled: "After running for two days, it will be easier."

While talking, Chef Yu wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, carrying a bottle of Moutai, and said, "I know you like this. I will accompany you to two cups."

"That sentiment is good." Yang Rui looked at the dishes that Chef Yu and Sun had brought up for the price, quite a bit complacent.

The trip to Sweden was very smooth. All the goals were achieved, and he did everything he could. The rest of the time, he can only wait in the food and wine room.

"Yang Rui, Yang Rui!"

After the two drank two glasses, someone patted the door.

Jing Yulan asked Yang Rui to continue drinking, and went to answer the door. After a while, he saw Jiang Zhijun and Ding Shiyi coming in with their own things.

"Director Yang, it came before you heard it. I heard that you are coming back from Sweden. I happened to be on holiday today, so I'll come and have a look." After Ding 11 there is Wen Zelin, which is equivalent to the high-level executives of Zhike Biotechnology. Up.

After the embryo transfer technology of cattle, the time for a few people to get together is less.

At this moment, Yang Rui also felt cordial. In other words, he had fought in a trench, so he stood up with a smile, gave up his position, and said, "I originally wanted to enjoy the delicacies alone. If you are lucky, come and come. Let me introduce to you..."

Yang Rui met with ordinary friends at the time and greeted them.

Several people each took their chopsticks, and not long after sitting down, they heard the door clacking outside, but Dean Liu came in with a few Peking University professors.

"Sit together." Yang Rui didn't care about that much, and let people put the table on the table. At the same time, he asked a little strangely: "Why did you find so accurate and came home?"

"Didn't you invite a colleague from the school laboratory before? How about it, we are not welcome when we are here." Dean Liu Qiao was angry.

"How can it happen, I'll introduce to you..." Although the three parties usually have no intersection, there is no problem in chatting.

Slap

Bang bang bang bang

After arranging a bunch of people to sit down, Chef Yu has taken the initiative to take his apprentices into the kitchen to work, but more guests have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Colleagues of the GMP committee, scholars of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, cadres of Zelecom... It really seems to be emerging from the mud.

Yang Rui hadn't even thought before that he actually knew so many people.

Outside the courtyard.

The alley entrance.

Liu Bingxian looked at Yang Rui's house madly, holding a notebook and pencil in his hand, making notes.

He wrote down the license plates of the cars ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and also marked the number of people walking or biking.

Liu Bingxian didn't like to write, so he drew two circles for bicycles and four circles for cars, which was obvious.

Seeing more and more numbers behind the four circles and the two circles, Liu Bingxian was inexplicably angry: "Hey, you, I don't believe it, the smelly old nine is still eligible to ride in a car. Wait for a few more years. When the world has changed, I will let you pull the list."

Thinking back to the big TV set, big refrigerator, and big washing machine pulled into this yard, Liu Bingxian was about to drool.

Gurgling.

The smell of fragrant meat crossed the fence and through the alley, filling Liu Bingxian's nose, and he swallowed greedily.

But Liu Bingxian didn't go home to eat. He only thought in his heart: I have to write down all these people when I suffer hardships, and when I look at the scene, these are all mine.

(End of this chapter)