"Old Li, give me some fried dough sticks and soy milk, don't have side dishes, give me a boiled egg, you're so hungry." Yang Rui jogged around, took a little cold, and ran to the cafeteria and started ordering dishes. Every time he arrived at a new place, the first thing he knew was the kitchen uncle.

Old Li was also familiar with this handsome young man. He smiled and scooped a large bowl of soy milk and said, "Don't wait for two minutes. I'll fry two fresh fried dough sticks for you. Do you want to eat pigeon eggs? They are also fresh, similar to eggs, with better nutrition and good taste."

"And pigeon eggs?" Yang Rui was a little surprised. The Laushizi Promotion Association was a small meeting in the city. The accommodation arranged was also in the guesthouse of the publishing house. The location was relatively remote and the territory was a little larger, but it was not conspicuous. Unexpectedly, it was a bit distinctive.

Old Li laughed proudly and said, "I won't tell you that there are several farms next to us? There are a lot of good things in it. When we have time, we will go and change it back. I'll tell you, have you seen three chickens with big heads?"

Normal people can't think about it when they hear so many things, but Yang Rui is used to thinking about problems every day. In a blink of an eye, he smiled and said, "Huo**."

"Awesome, worthy of being a student."

"This has nothing to do with the students. Three big-headed chickens can only be live chickens." Yang Rui couldn't laugh or cry.

Lao Li disagreed: "You think everyone is like you. When I talked about turkey last time, a student was fighting with me, saying that the chicken with evolution is not as big as that. I was so angry that I picked up one at night and put it in front of him."

"Is it delicious?" Yang Rui's focus instantly shifted. He was really curious about what the turkey made by traditional chefs tasted.

Lao Li shook his head and said, "The meat is very rough. I divided it into three pieces, roasted one piece, cooked one piece, and braised one piece, it's not a good thing, it's a waste of oil."

Yang Rui said with some regret: "The farm next to you is the same, what's the use of raising turkeys?"

"Some leaders are willing to celebrate the foreign festival at home." Lao Li said it directly, and then took five pigeon eggs and put them on the plate, giving them to Yang Rui.

"Oh, is there a new dish today?" The researcher who came in the door didn't know Yang Rui, so he saw the pigeon eggs on his plate.

Old Li smiled slightly and said, "How many quail eggs are there?"

"This doesn't look like a quail egg. There are flowers on the quail eggs." The person who came in the door didn't seem to be easily fooled. He looked at Yang Rui's plate and smiled and said, "Give me this kind of thing."

"It's gone." Old Li knocked the spoon on the iron basin a few times, showing disdain. He is also entertaining all the chefs, no matter what customers want to eat, everything goes according to his own wishes.

Yang Rui smiled when he saw it. He was also very angry with the chefs of such public institutions before. Later, due to his greed and having money in his hands, he adopted the method of scattering smoke and opening the way. The chefs of ordinary units smiled when they handed out a packet of red plums. If they handed out a packet of Hongtashan, they would immediately wear their arms around you. If they were more particular, each shovel would have several more pieces of meat than others.

Yang Rui did not have a grand wish to change society. At least in the chef world, he was voluntarily and voluntarily. He grew only so much Wuchang rice every year, and only so many fat cows he raised. No matter how even the distribution is, it is meaningless, and some people will not be able to eat it. Besides, forcibly distributing meat to people who don’t like meat is also inhumane, so why bother?

However, the researcher who came in the door later became a little young. Seeing that Lao Li ignored him, he sat in front of Yang Rui and said, "Brother, how about it? Two eggs?"

Breakfast is a learning account. No money is paid for anything you eat, and no one cares about what you can’t eat.

Yang Rui smiled and shook his head. Old Li refused to give it to the other party, so he naturally could not destroy it no matter what the reason was.

The young researcher was a little unhappy. He stretched out his hand and took away three pigeon eggs from Yang Rui's plate, which made Yang Rui stunned.

"Let me go!" Behind me, an old man shouted with anger.

The young man was nervous, looked back and smiled again, and said, "Master, you get up so early. Am I thinking about getting some nutrition for you? This little brother can't finish so much."

The one he called the master was Lao Fang. The latter was so angry that he smoked in his nose. He snorted and said, "Let you read the information. You go out to play around every day. You don't even know Yang Rui. What academic conference do you come to attend!"

The more Lao Fang spoke, he became more and more angry. He raised his enamel jar and threw it over.

The young man hid for a moment, looked at Yang Rui in surprise, turned his head again, and smiled and said, "Master, don't I know you? You can't fight or deal, Professor Yang, I'm sorry, my Qi Herong doesn't know Mount Tai, I apologize to you here. You don't remember the villain's past, let me go."

His apology process is quite familiar, and it is obvious that it has been tried and tested.

Yang Rui judged that they were acting or wanted to get close to him. If it weren't for him, he had to think carefully before.

However, his attention was all focused on the Nobel Prize at this time, and he was unwilling to fight with Lao Fang or Qi Herong at all, so he just smiled and said, "If you sincerely apologize, I will peel the pigeon eggs for me and ask the master for a chopstick and a spoon, and don't touch my hands."

Yang Rui said it as if he was instructing the waiter, and he did not say hello to Lao Fang.

Lao Fang frowned, and Qi Herong's brows frowned and asked, "How to peel egg shells with chopsticks and spoons."

Yang Ruili ignored him and ate fried dough sticks and soy milk on his own.

Lao Fang couldn't figure it out, so he winked and said to Qi Herong: "Since it's an apology, you can do whatever Director Yang asked you to do."

Qi Herong then asked for a new spoon and chopsticks, and peeled off the small eggshell miserably.

Lao Fang sat opposite Yang Rui and smiled and said, "Director Yang, we have been quarreling these two days. How about it? You say something."

He is just pretending to be polite to use you, and he is a little tempted to rely on his seniority, just waiting for Yang Rui to be modest.

But Yang Rui only raised his eyebrows and said, "There is nothing to discuss."

"kindness?"

"Our understanding is biased and there is no result to discuss." Yang Rui poked the fried dough sticks into the soy milk and ate them happily.

In breakfast, if soy milk is not matched with fried dough sticks, it will be at most a third-tier status. The public cannot compare to tofu brains, and the region cannot compare to Hula soup, mutton soup, raw rolled porridge, oil tea, fried liver... However, once the fried dough sticks are poked into the soy milk, the taste will be improved qualitatively. To be honest, this kind of food that comes from the spontaneous creativity of the people is fine, and it is no problem to step on three Michelin three stars.

If the fried dough sticks are used a little older and the soy milk is made more authentic, the taste will be improved several times.

Yang Rui felt it was very delicious at this time. He shook his cheeks and ate two fried dough sticks in one breath, dipped them out half a bowl of soy milk, but he was still unsatisfied.

Lao Fang had never suffered such a thing. His brows frowned again and said, "Director Yang, it will definitely be a result if he doesn't discuss it. If there is a deviation, we will correct the deviation."

"It's too far, I can't get it."

"How can you know if you don't say it?" Lao Fang insisted.

Yang Rui glanced at him, first reached out and took back the pigeon egg, peeled off the remaining one by himself, stuffed it into his mouth, and after swallowing it, he took a sip of soy milk and said, "Since I'm talking about it, I'll report it."

"You said." Lao Fang straightened his waist calmly.

Yang Rui did not say it immediately, and ate another pigeon egg, drank a sip of soy milk, and ate another pigeon egg, and ate another sip of soy milk.

Lao Fang still looked at Yang Rui steadily and said, "Tell me a number, I see if I can go ahead."

"Then I'll say it." Yang Rui's voice became a little deeper.

Yang Rui is still very familiar with scholars like Lao Fang. They are both old athletes and persistent old researchers, and eventually formed a politically cunning and academically stubborn form. As a person who passes on to teach and solve problems, they are quite qualified, but as pioneering and enterprising researchers, they are in a twilight state.

Yang Rui has no good idea for this kind of old stubbornness. A few days ago, he was always supported by Professor Cai and Dean Liu. When he came to the door today, Yang Rui had no choice but to do anything about it.

Lao Fang made a "please" gesture.

"At 2000." Yang Rui didn't delay any longer and spoke out.

"Two thousand... ten thousand?" Lao Fang took a few seconds to wake up and laughed in an instant.

His student Qi Herong exploded immediately as if he was ignited by laughter, and stood up and said, "Do you think you really won the Nobel Prize?"

"It's not your turn to decide whether I'm taking it or not." Yang Rui pushed the young Qi Herong back with a sentence, looked at Lao Fang and said, "Whether I'm taking it or not is more than this number."

"You get two-thirds by yourself? Are you not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue." Lao Fang lost his fantasy and started to speak in a polite tone.

"It's not necessarily two-thirds, it's not necessarily two-million." After Yang Rui said that, he held the plate, changed the table, and shouted again: "Old Li, give me another fried dough stick."

"Okay." Old Li brought up the fried dough sticks, not caring what they were arguing about.

However, the two middle-aged men who had just entered the door had a glimmer of excitement in their eyes. They took out their pens at the same time and started writing quickly on the breakfast table.
Chapter completed!