Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"The essence of the belly is about to be cooked and unripe. When you are fully cooked, it becomes a chewing plastic. If you are not cooked, can you eat it if your stomach is not cooked? You are right." Yang Rui picked up a chopsticks tripe and put it on Into the mouth, enjoying the sound of clicking.

Wang Bo nodded with him and said, "It's really not easy."

Yang Rui ate two more chopsticks, nodded on the table with the head of the chopsticks, and said, "You're welcome, I want more. When we finish eating, let's order it again. Hey, I have been eating for so many years. When everyone has reacted, think again. It’s not easy to eat."

Wang Bo took a bite, ate, and nodded without feeling.

Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "I don't know the blessing when I'm in the blessing. Do you know how difficult it is to eat Feng's bunny?

Wang Bo laughed and said, "Why don't I understand a little bit."

"As far as I just told you, the essence of squat belly is that it will be cooked or not. How to judge whether it will be cooked or not? It's all based on experience, right? From now on, everyone will be impetuous. Whose chef will be able to cook for three or five years? To wash your stomach, you just look up to see how the master can copy your stomach? People have this skill and have already made a lot of money, so in the future, if you want to eat such an authentic stomach, it will be difficult." Yang Rui picked it up again with some emotion. A piece of tripe kernels, and said: "If you want to talk about tripe, it doesn’t mean that you can’t eat it. It doesn’t matter if the tripe is a little bit old, but it’s also fine. Tripe will not work. In our words, the fault tolerance rate is low. But the quality of tripe is not the same. It's too sophisticated, and the more refined, the less you can eat it in the future."

Wang Boquan was dumbfounded, and said in his heart: I'm looking for Committee Member Yang, how come it seems a bit nervous.

Then I think about it, this must be Committee Member Yang, he is not a bit nervous, and he will not do things that offend people so thoroughly.

Thinking of this, Wang Bo looked at Yang Rui again with an expression of admiration, and said: "What you said is that you can't do things impetuously."

"I am not impetuous or impetuous, I can't help you. In the end, I still have to talk on salary. We eat upset people think that making an upset is like doing art. If an upset is done, people still want to support the family...Otherwise, people can't do it for their own people. Come on, who would like to stay in the kitchen every day." Yang Rui said here, patted the table, and shouted: "Two more plates of mushroom heads."

"The mushroom head is gone." A muffled answer came from behind.

"Is it all gone?" Yang Rui looked at his watch, and it wasn't time for dinner yet.

The back compartment said irritably: "Six or seven sheep can produce a plate of mushroom heads. Who doesn't like to eat it."

"I'll add ten yuan as a tip." Yang Rui made a big money and took out a big unity and pressed it under the plate.

The people inside were even more unhappy, and said: "There is no tipping, you can hurry up tomorrow."

"I'm ordering three sets." Yang Rui didn't take the money back, and said again: "I'll come back tomorrow. It's as much as the money. These ten dollars, please get more mushroom heads."

"Yes." No one was in trouble with the money, and he promised. After a while, he brought a plate of soup and put it in front of Yang Rui, and said: "The big shaft is the soup for the stomach, you can eat it with a sesame sesame cake, it's fragrant."

Yang Rui took a sip, it was delicious and strong, and immediately raised his thumb.

Watching Yang Rui's delicious food, Wang Bo couldn't help feeling that the burst of belly in front of him became special.

After eating for a while, Wang Bo felt that something was wrong. Committee member Yang Rui, who just said so much to me, must have meant something.

He thought about it, and then he contacted Shicai's impetuousness, slapped his thigh, and said, "I understand, you are trying to say that Jingxi Pharmaceutical General Factory is too impetuous, right?"

Yang Rui was taken aback, frowned and said, "Where is this?"

"You mean, no, I mean, no, I mean, I guess what you mean is to say that making medicine is the same as making a belly. To be authentic, you must have the mind to study for years and not be impetuous. The Jingxi Pharmaceutical General Factory wanted to make a new foreign drug all of a sudden, it was too impetuous, right?" Wang Bo also took out a red notebook and began to write.

Yang Rui laughed blankly: "I didn't mean it. The problem with the Jingxi Pharmaceutical General Factory was that they chose the wrong medicine, not that they couldn't produce it."

The production process of most medicines is not complicated, and production is not a problem originally.

Wang Bo said disappointedly: "You have already expressed this view."

Yang Rui said, "It shows that my opinion has not changed."

"But now? There are a lot of people for you, don't you have any other opinions to add? For example, what do you think of the dividing line between bureaucracy and reasonable supervision?" Wang Bo said about the problems he had thought of before. Now the media is not only I care about current affairs, and I like big headlines.

"Do you want to interview me? Which media are you from?" Yang Rui ate his stomach with a face of satisfaction, but his IQ was not all in his stomach to enjoy.

Wang Bo said embarrassedly: "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Wang Bo, the editor of the Beijing Morning Post."

He handed a business card to Yang Rui with both hands.

In fact, it was not because he had forgotten it, but because of the small reputation and small scale of "Beijing China Morning Post". His self-introduction would only make people look down on themselves, so it is better not to say it. If it was a big newspaper like "People's Daily", Wang Bo would have put the sign on his chest long ago. With such background interviews, he doesn't even need to find the interviewee, just ask the interviewee to come to his own newspaper.

Yang Rui put down his chopsticks, looked at his business card, put it in his wallet, and said, "I think the problem you just mentioned is not reliable on both sides."

At first glance, Yang Rui seemed to have answered the question, which was equivalent to accepting an interview. Wang Bo suddenly became excited and said, "What do you mean by not relying on both sides?"

"Why don't you say that this is a big belly..." Yang Rui pointed at the table with his chopsticks again.

Wang Bo's eyes were green: "He said he had a stomachache."

"I'm just giving an example."

"Yes, you raise it." Wang Bo couldn't help it, so he just picked a piece of beef shutters and chewed it.

"Do you know why the belly is only available in Bei@京城?" Yang Rui asked.

"Why?" Wang Bo obediently cooperated.

"Because of this food, at the beginning of its birth, it didn't go up or down, and it didn't depend on either side."

"Oh?"

"First of all, it’s not cheap. It’s not cheap in the past. Now it’s not cheap. Moreover, it helps digestion. Although it doesn’t mean that the more you eat, the more hungry you get, but you have to eat a lot to fill your stomach. Therefore, the poor can’t eat. I don’t want to eat it when I get up.” Yang Rui emptied a plate of belly, and continued: “The rich don’t want to eat it because it’s going into the water and it’s not going to be in the elegant hall. So, it doesn’t depend on it. It’s neither food for the poor nor for the rich.”

Wang Bo looked at Yang Rui without knowing it.

"I said that your problem does not depend on either side. It is because bureaucracy and supervision are not the core of the law." Yang Rui paused, and then emphatically said: "Jingxi Pharmaceutical General Factory, it actually does not depend on both sides."

"En?" Wang Bo only became interested now.

"Bureaucracy is a matter of politics, and supervision is a matter of business. And the law is well established, it is actually a matter of academia." Yang Rui pouted his lips and said: "What your newspapers say are all public arguments, but public arguments, Can academic problems be solved? For example, editor Wang, do you know what anti-cardiac theory is?"

"I don't understand." Wang Bo said cleverly.

"Yes, you don't understand, how do you judge whether the anti-arrhythmic theory is right or wrong?"

Wang Bo was speechless.

"I'm not talking about you, but you all have a belly." Yang Rui picked up another piece of food and made a crunching sound.

Shixin is the sheep’s esophagus. It can’t be chewed, but it’s very good. You can hear the sound across the table, but in the end, you have to swallow it whole.

Listening to Yang Rui's chewing sound, Wang Bo suddenly felt that he really wanted to burst his stomach.

"Commissioner Yang, I can write what you said in the newspaper." Thinking of his purpose, Wang Bo reluctantly said.

Yang Ruihun said indifferently: "Just write it."

"Actually, there are many letters from readers who are concerned about this matter. Can I give it to you? You can reply to a few articles." Wang Bo took the opportunity to ask for more.

Yang Rui glanced at him and said, "I only answer academic questions."

Wang Bo thought for a while and asked, "How can it be considered an academic problem?"

Yang Rui did not explain.

"I will find someone to see you later?"

"casual."

"Where can I find you convenient."

"This kind of place is the most convenient." Yang Rui said, picking up another piece of food letter and making a sound that frightened Wang Bo.

"Then... I'll go back first, Gan Ming'er, please read my report." Wang Bo left, hurriedly reported back to the agency, and went to write an article.

However, Yang Rui didn't move away while sitting in the shop of Baodu Feng, just trying to empty the desktop.

Before the completion of this project, another reporter came to the door.

"Commissioner Yang Ruiyang? I'm a reporter from Capital Economics..."

"Wait, I will pay the money, let's talk while walking." Yang Rui took out the money and reminded: "Tomorrow's mushroom head, three copies, don't forget."

"okay."

"Let's go." Yang Rui greeted the reporter of Capital Economics with a kind attitude. The style of the current reporters is not bad. After all, without the poison of paparazzi, they can basically chat like normal people.

The author of "Capital Economy" asked with some doubts: "Where shall we go?"

"Let me think about it..." Yang Rui meditated for a moment: "It's not so good to eat lamb again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to eat a pea yellow? It's boring. The stew is also in the water. I ate it yesterday...Forget it. Just eat lamb's head meat."

The reporter was absolutely down: "Head meat and launching are the same thing."

Yang Rui turned his head, looked at him very seriously, and asked, "Are you here to find fault or to interview."

"Interview, of course an interview."

"The interview should be rigorous, the water is the water, and the meat is the meat."

"But it's all sheep."

"I really want to eat beef head meat, and I haven't sold it now." Yang Rui sighed, and ran away as a car.

The reporter hurriedly followed, but before reaching the place, he ran into another colleague.

The two looked at each other and naturally followed Yang Rui.