Ion Channel Laboratory.

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

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

Everyone will do their own duties and fulfill their responsibilities, gather all their strengths, so that each molecule can fully exert its full characteristics, and finally become a whole, and it will become... a pot of fragrant rice.

"It smells so good." Yang Rui shook his nose and stared at the hot pot with a slightly breathing breath, as if he was staring at the young woman with a slightly breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breathing breath

Yu Xianyao leaned on the stove with one hand and slowly groped through the wooden pot lid. His movements were not tense, but he had a very good sense of rhythm. He looked like he had practiced for a long time and was at ease.

Yang Rui was impatient and patiently sitting on the other side of the stove. There were complex ideas in his mind, most of which belonged to food, a small part belonged to indelible scientific research, and a partial part belonged to memories and fantasies.

He was impatient, urging by his sense of smell, and the aroma that came to his face was light, although it was something Yang Rui had never experienced before. He had tasted many delicacies, the mellow aroma of beef and mutton, the plump pork and the fresh aroma of seafood were all imprinted in his mind. But if you want to say that rice is a simple pot of rice that can make people salivate, it is really beyond his imagination.

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

At the same time, Yang Rui was very patient. What he wanted was not rice that could fill his stomach. If it was such a rice, although he was not good at experiments, he could barely do it.

What Yang Rui really wants is this pot of rice that is beyond his understanding, if their taste really has such a good aroma.

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

Yu Xianyao did it very easily.

Although he was spinning around the firewood pot, and although to others, his hands and feet were almost busy, he might be so skilled that Yu Xianyao was in a state of rapid physical reaction than thinking. He had the extra energy to look at Yang Rui and asked, "Are you not afraid of wasting time when you are waiting here?"

"I'm not afraid of waiting for a good meal. I'm not in a hurry. Take your time." Yang Rui quickly reminded him, although his saliva was about to drip.

Yu Xianyao smiled and asked, "Don't you have to do an experiment? I see that everyone else is very busy."

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

Yu Xianyao smiled and looked like "Since you said this is it, that's it", and continued to be busy with his good work.

Yang Rui shrugged helplessly. In this regard, he did not lie. His main job was to think. Moreover, it was unnecessary for him to spend all his time in the laboratory to think. At this time, he changed his environment and his thinking was even more open.

Of course, Yang Rui's main purpose is not to think.

Compared to his thinking progress, the laboratory's progress is lagging behind. Therefore, Yang Rui now has considerable margin to try other ways of thinking and think about a wider range of contents - for example, how to speed up the experiment progress, correct the experiment sequence, and obtain higher experimental accuracy and more data.

Unlike 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 practical goal of scientific experiments is to get answers.

Whether it is statistical answers or empirical answers, they will not blindly expand the scope, increase the accuracy, and get the answer. In fact, it can be said to be a scientific principle.

This contains a simple scientific understanding: Don’t worry too much, if you are too entangled, you won’t get the answer.

Just like the classic Newtonian mechanics, it once seemed like a truth that never breaks through the ages. As a result, it can't be persisted for a hundred years, let alone ten thousand years.

For the divine achievements of god-level figures, loopholes will appear when the scope of continuous expansion, not to mention ordinary research on ordinary figures.

Most scientific research results are actually very narrow in scope.

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

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

Whether there is really 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 and clarity have been built on more vague concepts, illusions, data and empirical evidence.

Yang Rui also had the courage to briefly correct the progress, expand the scope and increase the speed because he had enough "time resources". However, in this regard, he was also extremely cautious. He was also thinking about whether to proceed and how to proceed.

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

"Okay, okay, okay." Yang Rui nodded repeatedly, and in a blink of an eye he set up his pose, picked up the chopsticks, and it was almost time to knock on the table.

Yu Xianyao smiled, scooped a bowl of rice in plain sight, put 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 I add?”

"I have brought soy sauce or lard. Soy sauce is made of soybeans exposed to the sun, very fresh and light. Lard is a selected pine oil. It can be eaten and refined at any time. Just a little bit, it will be easy to eat."

Yang Rui was a little confused, expected, and nodded hesitantly, gently picked up the bowl, picked up a chopstick of rice, and observed it for a while before putting it in his mouth.

Yu Xianyao woke up the roasted rice. Judging from the appearance, it seemed that nothing outstanding. If he hadn't seen him keep turning around while cooking the rice, he kept opening and closing the cover to add fire and changing the fire, he wouldn't realize that there was anything special.

With a slight suspicion, Yang Rui slowly chewed.

And at the moment the two rows of teeth merged, a thick stream of rice slurry was squeezed out of the rice grains.

Has it exploded?

Burnt rice?

Yang Rui only felt that his worldview had been impacted.

How could rice explode?

Did I eat fake rice before?

The mature rice paste 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 Mili is already an icing on the cake, not a decisive expression.

"Is it the rice juice of the rice itself? Or did you add it?" Yang Rui couldn't help asking, although it was a bit nonsense to imagine Master Yu's disciples and disciples swelling their butts to inject liquid into rice grains...

"Of course it's the rice pulp of the rice itself." Yu Xianyao said proudly: "To make rice pulp, you must first have good rice. You can't choose hulled rice. Even if it's new rice, it won't be stored for long after it's shelled. Before I came, I asked my nephew to pound the rice. With the steaming technique and the heat, I can get such rice. Otherwise, why do you think I was standing by the stove just now and never go anywhere."

Yang Rui thought for a long time without understanding, then gave a thumbs up and said, "It's delicious!"

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

"Soy sauce first." Yang Rui said, then he picked up a chopstick, wishing to stuff one-third of the bowl of rice into his mouth.

The thicker rice paste sprayed out, and Yang Rui couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he felt the joy of the primitive man climbing mountains and wading in the water and collecting a bowl of rice grains.
Chapter completed!