Reborn and become a Great Scientist

Chapter 69 18 My Friend Ye Gongchao

Magdalen College, originally named Buckingham College—of course, this name has nothing to do with Xu Jiang in Jinghai City—compared with other large and well-known colleges such as Trinity, King’s, and St. John’s, its reputation is not obvious , occupying only a small area.

But fortunately, this college is also located along the River Cam, which can be regarded as the most central area of ​​Cambridge University.

Blackett is a student of this college. Chen Muwu went there to find him several times, so he knew how to go.

Ye Gongchao should have received a letter from his uncle Ye Gongchuo a long time ago, knowing that a Chinese fellow from his hometown was going to study in Cambridge.

So when he received a report that a Chinese was coming to visit, he ran out of his room in a hurry.

Ye Gongchao has a well-proportioned figure, but he only has a big round face. He is wearing a well-crafted suit, and his leather shoes are polished to a shine. complement each other.

"Brother Hanchen, my younger brother has long been famous in the British newspapers, and I finally meet you today. It's a great fortune."

When Ye Gongchao smiled, the flesh on his face squeezed his facial features together, making him look a little simple and honest, but also a little funny.

It stands to reason that his uncle Ye Gongchuo and Chen Muqiao are colleagues, and Chen Muqiao is Chen Muwu's eldest brother.

Therefore, according to the complicated etiquette in interpersonal communication at this time, Ye Gongchao should also regard Chen Muwu as an elder.

But when he opened his mouth, he directly called Chen Muwu an equal. If he was someone else, he would probably turn his face immediately.

Fortunately, Chen Muwu is not a fastidious person, and he didn't pick on this person who was only two years younger than him.

He smiled and said, "Gongchao, why should you be polite between us! The ham that President Ye entrusted me to bring you, now it is considered as a perfect return to Zhao."

Ye Gongchao's name is Chongzhi, and his courtesy name is Gongchao.

It's not rude for Chen Muwu to call him that.

"I have been abroad for a few years, and what I most want to eat is a bite of my hometown food. Unlike a big city like London, there is no Chinese restaurant in the whole of Cambridgeshire. Every time I want to satisfy my Chinese appetite, I either take the train, If you go to Chinatown in London to have a meal, or cook a few simple dishes yourself, you can suspend your thoughts and emotions. Brother Hanchen, the ham you brought really saved my life in time."

Ye Gongchao took the ham from Chen Muwu, welcomed Chen Muwu into the Magdalen, and thanked him as he walked.

"Hey, George, what's that in your hand? Iberico ham?"

The two were walking in the courtyard, and someone passed by and said hello to Ye Gongchao.

George is Ye Gongchao's English name.

"John, this is not Spanish ham, but another kind of ham sent from my hometown all the way. Tomorrow at noon, you are welcome to come to my place to taste my hometown food."

Ye Gongchao spoke a standard British accent, and responded to the other party gracefully.

"Okay, then it's settled!"

Chen Muwu asked curiously: "Gongchao, what, can the students in your academy still cook?"

"Of course, there is a communal kitchen on each floor of the dormitory, which all students can use."

Chen Muwu thought about the narrow and dark one-person room he rented in Mrs. Brown's house, and then looked at the spacious and bright dormitory in Magdalen College in front of him. He really had to shop around.

Walking to his own room, Ye Gongchao hung the ham on the nails on the wall, then let Chen Muwu into the chair in front of the desk, took out a 555 cigarette from the cigarette case, and handed it over.

"Thank you, I won't." Chen Muwu waved his hand.

He carefully looked at the room in front of him. Unlike those arty people who put a shelf of books in the room, Ye Gongchao's shelves in the dormitory were full of various seasonings and spices, as well as heavenly rose water. , Huadiao wine from Shaoxing.

"Gongchao, I didn't expect you to have such elegance."

"Brother Hanchen laughed. My little brother, I went abroad and left my hometown since I was a child. I have been between the United States and Europe, but I am not used to eating Western food at all. I can only cook by myself. Although Master Meng said 'A gentleman stays away from the kitchen', but Confucius also said 'you never tire of fine food, and you never tire of fine meat', right? The time is too short tonight, so I don't have time to prepare. Wait until noon tomorrow, and I will invite Brother Hanchen to taste our handicrafts. !"

In the original time and space, there was always a meme circulating on the Internet that went abroad without learning much knowledge, but learned a whole set of cooking skills and returned home. Unexpectedly, its origin can be traced back to the Ye Gongchao in front of me.

If Ye Gongchao could really cook good dishes, Chen Muwu wouldn't mind coming to him every now and then for a meal.

"That would be a lot of trouble."

"Brother Hanchen, why are you so polite between us! I read a lot of my brother's deeds in the newspaper a few days ago, and I even found two papers published by my brother one after the other to read carefully, trying to learn from them. One or two. But after all, it is the younger brother who has little talent and learning, and cannot get a glimpse of his way.

"Dude, can he really achieve the time travel you mentioned?"

Chen Muwu, who just escaped from Eddington in the morning, did not expect Ye Gongchao to talk to him about this.

You said that you are a liberal arts student, you can write poems well and just make a fuss, why do you have to be curious about this kind of thing?

So Chen Muwu simply took the initiative to speak, instead of answering the question, he asked instead: "Gongchao, if you could go back in time, what era would you like to go back to, and why?"

Ye Gongchao put the cigarette in his mouth to his mouth, struck a match a few times, and then lit the cigarette.

After taking a deep breath, he frowned and thought carefully.

But Chen Muwu was also staring at the matchbox in Ye Gongchao's hand, and a strange thought came to his mind.

The old-fashioned Rutherford just used matches, but why did the young Ye Gongchao, who is keen to follow the trend, use the same matches?
Don't you even have a lighter these days?
Ye Gongchao's words interrupted Chen Muwu's thinking: "I think, if I can go back to the past, I would most like to go back to the Ming Dynasty. The Sanbao eunuch Zheng He made seven voyages to the West, but compared with the cost of money, material and manpower, It is not directly proportional. If you go back to the Ming Dynasty, you can successfully persuade Ming Chengzu to open up territories, develop capitalism, vigorously build overseas colonies, immigrate overseas, plunder the minerals and economies of the colonies, and establish a Confucianism-guided A new order of thought, then I, Haohao Zhonghua, will not suffer the shame of being left behind like this today..."

Chen Muwu continued to listen to Ye Gongchao's imaginative assumptions about him after traveling back to the past, as if he was listening to a clumsy Ming Chuan novel.

However, he managed to divert Ye Gongchao's attention, so that he would stop pestering him and tell him the principle of time travel.

……

At noon the next day, Chen Muwu came to Magdalen Academy again as scheduled, and had a meal with Ye Gongchao.

There is one thing to say, Xiaoye's craftsmanship is really good, and the elder brother can be regarded as introducing a wonderful person to himself.

At least when he wants to eat Chinese food to satisfy his hunger in the future, he won't have to worry about it anymore.

As a friend of Ye Gongchao, he, Chen Muwu, has made a deal!
(End of this chapter)