Into Unscientific Chapter 293

  Chapter 293 Christmas Dinner (9.6K)

  After leaving the meeting room.

  Xu Yun declined Robert Gordon's company, and walked along the path to the dormitory alone.

  Although his communication with Prince Albert was not particularly smooth.

   But from a personal point of view, Xu Yun has already done what he can do to the extreme.

   After all, he is not a magician, let alone a creator god.

  He cannot influence and continue the regime in the East from the European continent when the foundation is already decayed.

   The only thing he can do.

   is to plant a few seeds and wait for them to germinate.

  Like Mr. Carl.

   Like Liszt.

   Another example is the number of international students he is going to attend today.

   Their prime is not now, but in the future.

   True.

  Due to the age problem, those orphans adopted by the orphanage may lack some sense of identity with the native land after they grow up.

  For example, trying to stay in the UK in order to pursue an upper-class life, refusing to return to the mainland, and so on.

   After all, in the era of 1850, there was no doubt that the West was strong and the East was weak. The West and the East were completely two worlds.

  After seeing the prosperity of London, these “country kids” from the East don't want to go back to their dilapidated hometown, which is completely understandable.

But on the other hand.

  Xu Yun also firmly believes in one point.

   That is, everyone's values ​​and beliefs are different.

   It's all seeing a new world, and some people may want to stay here and become a member of it.

   But in the same way, there are bound to be people who want to return to their hometown and build their hometown into this look.

   Not to mention that the crow is bound to explode right now, when the Orientals will be discriminated against in the UK and even in Europe just like in history.

  Under this kind of pressure, even young children can be inspired to have national self-esteem—in history, Zhan Tianyou was only 12 years old when he went abroad to study.

  So from the beginning, Xu Yun's goal was very clear:

  As long as three or five of the one hundred international students can realize something and return to the East after learning something, then his deal with Prince Albert will be considered a blood profit.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

  East has never lacked the soil and weeds for starting a prairie fire since ancient times. What Xu Yun wants to do is to make Mars as much as possible.

after all

  Compared to One Crow, Two Crows and Eight Kingdoms Invasion, the more difficult thing is yet to come.

  In that period of humiliating history, there was no four-element formation fighting method, and there were no two thousand yellow-robed feathers or Maoshan Daozu to help.

  History is not the obscenity of some chat records, false or even anti-intellectual patriotism, which will only do harm instead of benefit.

   Then with this slightly heavy heart, Xu Yun continued to walk towards the dormitory.

  Christmas plays an important role in the entire church culture, and it can be called the largest festival. Its status in most countries can be compared with the Spring Festival in China.

  In addition, Cambridge University itself also has an extremely strong religious color-for example, several seminaries and churches on campus.

  So when the festival comes, the Christmas atmosphere in the school is still very strong.

  Although limited by the level of science and technology, for the time being, we still cannot see the kind of small lanterns that are entangled on trees in later generations and can stretch out into the whole street.

   But along the way, all kinds of Christmas trees and handmade Christmas ornaments can be seen everywhere.

   In addition, you can also see some Santa Clauses distributing gifts and greeting cards, or the choir singing hymns loudly among the students, etc.

  Xu Yun also saw a few naked men reciting poems and essays, guessing that some literary youth came up with performance art.

  Imitating the birth of the Holy Son through certain behaviors, these days he has been used to it.

  But he couldn't understand it when he was shaking it back and forth while reciting aloud.

  Cough cough.

all in all.

   This atmosphere is obviously much more lively than usual.

  While walking past an event location, a little boy wearing a Santa hat came forward and gave him a greeting card.

  Xu Yun readily accepted the kindness and returned to the dormitory building with the greeting card.

  Today's dormitory building has also been decorated. As soon as you enter the hall, you can see a tall Christmas tree, and various decorations are hung on the aisles.

at the same time.

  The whole dormitory building is also filled with the smell of food. Obviously, many dormitories are preparing Christmas dinner.

  Xu Yun followed the stairs to the third floor, and soon arrived at the door of his bedroom.

   Then he took out a hard and thick thing from his lower body, poked it into the hole in front of him, and twisted it.

   click—

  The door opened with a sound.

   Along with the sound of the door opening, there is also the sound of lively conversation in the house:

   "Maxwell, where did you put the mushrooms?"

   "Mr. Riemann, pass me the kitchen knife—don't take the smallspring brand, you need to shoot garlic!"

   "Hang up a little higher, a little to the left. After passing, a little to the right. A little to the left."

   "Mr. Thomson, please add more celery and parsley, thank you!"

  I saw this moment.

  In the originally small dormitory, wheat, Lao Tang, Hubert Airy, Tian Haosuo, Kirchhoff, and Riemann gathered.

   Among them, Hubert Airy, Kirchhoff, and Hiroshi Wada are decorated.

  Riemann, Laotang and Mai are busy in the kitchen wearing aprons.

  There are some balloons and many decorations hanging on the walls of the room, and there is also a small Christmas tree at the porch.

   Exactly.

  Xu Yun and Mai Mai's dormitory was requisitioned today as a place for Christmas dinner.

  Lao Tang is holding a spoon at this time, and it seems that he is cooking mushroom soup, and he picks up the spoon from time to time to taste a bite or two.

  Hearing the sound of the door opening, subconsciously raised his head and looked over.

  After seeing that the person who came was Xu Yun, his eyes lit up immediately:

   "Great, Luo Feng, you are finally back."

  Xu Yun smiled and nodded towards him, and then greeted everyone in the room.

   Then he took off his scarf and coat, went to the hanger and hung them up, and asked Lao Tang again:

   "Old Mr. Tang, senior sister Avelyn hasn't arrived yet?"

  Old Tang wiped his hands on the apron a few times, and then pushed his chin out of the window casually:

   "She is going to the choir to practice singing today, and she may not come here until later, but she will definitely be able to catch up with the meal."

   After speaking, he walked quickly to Xu Yun, closed the door, and said in a low voice:

   "Luo Feng, I have prepared everything you want."

  Xu Yun was still thinking about what he could do, but when he heard this, he was overjoyed and confirmed:

   "Mr. Thomson, have you found everything?"

  Old Tang nodded, held his fingers and said:

   "The rat spot, pig large intestine, pork loin, chicken offal, tripe, and shredded beef strips shipped from India, are these really delicious?"

  Xu Yun glanced at him with subtle eyes, but didn't speak.

joke.

  As long as these ingredients are fresh enough, you can lick your fingers clean later!

   Exactly.

  At today's Christmas dinner, Xu Yun is going to have a combination of Chinese and Western dishes, and show off a wave of Chinese food.

  After all, there is not much food necessary for a Christmas dinner in the UK.

   What is really indispensable is not the turkey in many people's subconscious, but a small five-piece suit:

  Christmas Pudding, Christmas Pie, Christmas Gingerbread, Baked Eel and Eggnog.

   Therefore, from the perspective of dishes, Xu Yun has ample room for supplementation.

be honest.

  The international situation of the Chinese food industry in later generations is somewhat complicated:

  First of all, the share of Chinese food in the world is actually very considerable.

  You look at Friends, look at The Big Bang Theory, and then look at Avengers IV,

  From Xie Er to Widow Sister, they all like to eat Chinese fried noodles or something.

But on the other hand.

  Chinese food rarely enters the high-end catering market. They all compete with street pizza and street hot dogs, and their status is relatively limited.

  After many dishes go abroad, they often gradually evolve into magically modified versions that conform to European and American eating habits.

  Many people tend to explain it from the aspects of eating habits and rating rules.

But in fact.

  All answers explained from the catering itself are weak excuses. The reason for this situation can be explained in one sentence:

  Catering is a part of culture, culture is a reflection of international status, and national strength determines the level of international status.

   The modern history of China was pressed to the ground and beaten for a hundred years, and it was not until a few decades ago that the light of revival was ushered in.

  In this case, do you expect others to put your food culture in a high position?

impossible.

  As long as the national strength increases, the eighth and tenth aircraft carriers are launched, and the 59 Star Destroyer cannon is launched into the sky, someone will naturally speak for you.

   For example during the Ming Dynasty.

  When those foreigners saw Baoen Temple and Jinling delicacies, they even complained about who are the people of God, and then went around to taste the delicacies.

  At present, this timeline has not yet opened, and the barriers between Europeans and Chinese cuisines are far from being formed.

   So when planning the Christmas dinner earlier in the day.

  Xu Yun asked Lao Tang to gather together several types of ingredients, and Lao Tang, who had tasted eel in scallion oil, readily agreed.

  It gets dark very quickly in winter, and it usually starts to get gloomy at four or five in the afternoon.

   So Xu Yun just took a short break.

  He took Lao Tang's apron and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

  The first thing he has to do is to marinate chicken offal.

as well as

   Clean pig large intestine.

After a few minutes.

  I saw Mai Mai with his face crossed, looking at the pig intestines in front of him with despair, and begged Xu Yun:

   "Mr. Luo Feng, can I do another job, this... this is too disgusting"

"No."

  Xu Yun held back the smile in his heart, and waved his hands very seriously:

   "Student Maxwell, this is a task assigned to you, there is no way to bargain."

   "If everyone can choose to quit because the process is difficult, wouldn't it be too unfair for the person who takes over your job?"

  "A task is like life, no matter how difficult it is, you have to complete it. Unless you can restart your life, how can you give up?"

  Xu Yun's words are very serious, because that's what he thinks.

   Well, it's not because later generations have been tricked by Maxwell's equations.

  Whispering the words, Mai Mai looked around, and wherever he looked, everyone put on a posture of concentrating on their work.

  See this scenario.

  Mait sighed resignedly.

   Then with a bitter face, he began to wash the pig's intestines.

  Xu Yun silently praised him in his heart, and started to deal with the mouse spot by himself.

  Mouse spots.

   This is a fish of the genus Humpback Perch in the family Sudidae, and it is also one of the top ingredients on the table of later generations.

  This product has traditionally been considered the best type of grouper, and in many cases it even surpasses Dongxing grouper.

  The price of wild mouse spots is generally more than 700 yuan per catty, and in some places it can even exceed 1,000 yuan.

   It's just that although this stuff is delicious, it mainly grows in the western Pacific Ocean, and at most it extends to the vicinity of India.

  It is not an easy task to be able to transport fresh rat spots back from India, and it is estimated that Lao Tang has put in a lot of effort.

  The best method for mouse spots is to steam them, remove the scales and internal organs, and clean them.

   Then cut two or three knives on each side of the fish body, stuff **** into the knife and steam for 20 minutes.

  Drizzle a spoonful of hot oil after it is out of the pan, it is delicious.

  It's a pity that sweet-scented osmanthus fish is not easy to buy on a large scale these days. Otherwise, if you add spicy fried sweet-scented osmanthus fish maw, it will be all work.

   Then Xu Yun prepared dishes such as shredded **** beef, green onion oil and other dishes, and the aroma soon filled the room.

   More than two hours later.

  A table of sumptuous delicacies was placed on the table:

  There is a stack of Christmas gingerbread and a glass of eggnog on each person's seat, and there are snacks such as dried fruit and candy on the outside of the table.

   Further inside is a stack of Christmas tartlets and fried pork rinds.

   Followed by grilled eel, fried chicken offal with garlic sprouts (garlic sprouts are produced in northern Europe), boiled sea bass, scallion oil beef veal, braised large intestines, steamed mouse spots, etc.

   Just finished arranging the plate.

  Mait rushed to the dining table, wriggling her nose and exclaiming:

   "It smells so good. No wonder Sir Newton never forgot about oriental cuisine. Just smelling the smell makes me feel as comfortable as solving a hundred math problems."

  Xu Yun glanced at him, but didn't speak.

   Actually, looking at the dishes in front of him, he still felt a little dissatisfied.

no way.

  There are still too few seasonings in Europe today.

  Hua Diao, Old Mature Vinegar, Two Vitex Twigs, and Star Anise are all missing, resulting in the lack of conditions for some delicious dishes to be cooked.

  For example, the large intestine.

  Xu Yun's original idea was to make a plate of Jiuzhuan Dachang, but Lao Tang searched for a long time and couldn't find any pickling spices that met the requirements.

   In desperation, Xu Yun had no choice but to change it to braised sauce.

Of course.

   What really caused Xu Yun to give up this idea was because he couldn't do Jiuzhuan Dachang at all.

   Then Xu Yun glanced at Maimai's hand, and was hesitating whether to ask him to wash it again, when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

  Lao Tang walked quickly to the door and asked through the door:

   "Which one?"

   Less than a moment.

  Aveline's voice came from outside the door:

   "It's me, Aveline Escue."

  Lao Tang saw that he raised his eyebrows, turned his head, pointed to the door and said to everyone:

   "Aveline is here."

   Then he pulled the door handle, opened the door, and said with a smile:

   "Merry Christmas, Evelyn. Huh? Sylph? Are you here too?"

   Heard the name Sylph.

  Xu Yun's face in the room suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look outside the door.

as predicted.

  I saw this moment.

  Besides Avelyn, there was another petite figure standing at the door.

   This person is exactly the little girl Sylph that Xu Yun had rescued in London with Lao Tang and Aveline before.

   But Sylph looks much healthier now than when we first met.

  A scarf with a cross printed on it was wrapped around her neck, and her sallow and thin cheeks were obviously rounder.

  His face was flushed red, and the right hand that was clasped tightly with Aveline was much whiter and tenderer.

   Then Avelyn led her into the house, bent down and untied the little girl's scarf, got up and explained to Lao Tang:

   "Senior Thomson, the church's Sunday school is next door to my choir practice. Pastor Niang, who is in charge of Sylph's daily life, happens to be our lead singer."

   "At the end of the meeting, I heard Pastor Niang say that Sylph's personality is relatively introverted, and she is lacking in communication. I was worried that she would be too lonely for the holidays, so I brought her here along the way."

  Old Tang Jian said that he glanced at Sylph who was hiding behind Avelyn, and the lines on his face suddenly softened a lot:

   "I see, Merry Christmas, Sylph."

  Sylph hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked out from behind Avelyn, and bowed to Lao Tang:

   "Merry Christmas, Mr. Thomson."

  Then she glanced at Xu Yun again, and also bowed:

   "Merry Christmas, Mr. Luo Feng."

  Xu Yun smiled slightly at her, and was about to say a few words.

   As a result, before he could speak, a crisp sound suddenly came from beside him.

   Bang Bang —

  Xu Yun was slightly taken aback, then subconsciously turned his head to look.

  I saw Tian Haosuo standing less than one meter away from him, holding a small wooden plate in both hands, as if preparing to place the plate.

   But at this time, there was nothing on his plate, but there was a scattered ceramic cup lying on the ground.

It is clear.

   While placing the ceramic cup, Tian Haosuo missed it.

  Seeing that everyone's attention was on him, Tian Haosuo's face suddenly flushed, and he said quickly:

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I broke the cup by accident, I'll pick it up now, I'll pick it up now"

   After speaking, he bent down and knelt on the ground.

   Regardless of the shards sticking to his hands, he quickly gathered the **** of the ceramic cup.

  Xu Yun frowned when he saw this, walked quickly to Tian Haosuo, pressed his shoulder to stop his movement, and said:

   "Hey, Brother Hao, what are you doing? Stop first!"

   "Mr. Riemann, can you pass me the broom in your left hand?"

   Riemann on the side nodded, picked up the broom, did not hand it to Xu Yun, but stepped forward to help sweep up the debris.

  Xu Yun cast a grateful look at Riemann.

  Then exerted force with both hands and pulled Tian Haosuo up.

  Looking at Riemann who was cleaning up the mess, Tian Haosuo, a somewhat reserved oriental, looked even more embarrassed:

   "Brother Luo Feng, I. I'm not sure"

  Looking at Tian Haosuo who was mumbling endlessly, Xu Yun sighed slightly in his heart.

  Chinese people have always been reluctant to cause trouble for others. Under the influence of weak national power and other circumstances, this mentality can easily be distorted into inferiority complex.

  Tian Hao's past experience is quite rough, and it is really not easy to reverse his inferiority complex for a while.

   Actually.

   Xu Yun invited Tian Haosuo to the dinner today, largely because he hoped to change some of his inherent mentality.

  So inferiority is not his subjective wish, so Xu Yun naturally will not criticize him, but comforts him:

   "Brother Hao, it's just a pottery cup, if it breaks, it will break, so don't feel so guilty."

  "Christmas can also be regarded as the Spring Festival in the West. It is an old custom in the East to throw plates or cups during the Spring Festival. It is a metaphor for a safe year."

that's it.

  Under Xu Yun's persuasion and enlightenment, Tian Haosuo's facial expression finally eased down.

   Then Avelyn led the beautifully dressed Sylph to the table and introduced her to everyone present.

  Maybe it's because my mood hasn't completely calmed down yet.

   When introduced to Tian Hao Institute, Xu Yun's fellow villager still seemed a little embarrassed.

   Nervously sullen, his eyes glanced at Sylph from time to time, but he didn't say much.

   After introducing everyone.

  Lao Tang took over the initiative and signaled everyone to sit down.

   Then sing hymns and pray as usual.

Then

  Officially open!

  The Christmas customs in the UK are somewhat similar to the Danish ones mentioned above. Before the meal, the Christmas pudding must be eaten before eating other things.

  There is a penny in the Christmas pudding, and whoever gets the penny will be lucky this year.

  China also has this custom, but the pudding is replaced with dumplings on New Year's Eve.

   It can only be said that it is about winning the lottery, and it seems that all parts of the world are similar.

  Christmas pudding is a traditional British Christmas dessert. Although it is named "pudding", its taste and texture are more like a moist and plump cake.

   This is one of the few British foods that Xu Yun can accept.

  Lao Tang had let wheat pour brandy on each piece of pudding in advance, and with a light stroke of the match, blue flames wrapped the entire pudding.

   Wait until the flame goes out.

  Xu Yun picked up the spoon, gently dug a mouthful of pudding into his mouth.

   Pudding just entered.

  A strong smell of dried fruit and wine filled his lips.

  Compared to Xu Yun's 'elegance', the movements of authentic Europeans like Lao Tang are much bigger - because they want to find that 'lucky head'.

  I saw Mai Mai holding a fork in each hand, and quickly pushed the pudding away from it. After a few glances, he sighed:

   "No coins."

   As a result, he just finished speaking.

   There was a pleasantly surprised laugh, but the laughter sounded like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in the throat:

   "Aha, I have the coin!"

  The atmosphere at the dining table was silent for a moment. Everyone, including Sylph and Tian Hao, cast their gazes at the speaker.

  I saw this moment.

  In the spoon in Riemann's hand, there was a coin stained with juice.

   Hubert Airy beside him whistled quickly when he saw this:

   "That's cool, Mr. Riemann, it looks like you're going to be lucky this year."

  Riemann took the coin out of the spoon, picked up a paper towel and wiped it, put it in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile:

   "To tell you the truth, this is the first time I have eaten coins in my life. I will definitely pack them up and store them in my study."

   "This year is a very important year for me, I hope it will bring me good luck."

  Looking at Riemann with an expectant expression on his face, Lao Tang picked up a cherry and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked:

   "Mr. Riemann, if I remember correctly, you seem to be studying for a doctorate now?"

   Riemann nodded, scratched his head embarrassedly, and replied:

   "That's right, if everything goes well, I will be able to get my doctorate in March next year."

   "I was 24 and almost 25 years old before I got my Ph.D. Hey, it's a bit embarrassing to say it."

  Xu Yun: "."

  Riemann's expression was very sincere, not like lying.

   In addition, according to relevant historical records, he is indeed not the kind of Versailles person.

so.

  Maybe he probably guessed that he really thought he was good?

  Old Tang on the opposite side seemed to be interested in Riemann's plan after graduation. After all, he was also a student majoring in mathematics, so he continued to ask:

   "Then Mr. Riemann, I wonder which direction you plan to develop after graduation?"

   "After graduation?."

   Riemann put down the spoon, thought about it seriously, and replied:

   "Mostly I'd better stay at the University of Göttingen. The teacher's health is not very good, maybe. Well, anyway, I should spend more time with him."

  “If there is a chance, I will strive to become a non-staff professor at the University of Göttingen. I am satisfied with the establishment at the age of 35.”

  Old Tang nodded when he heard the words, and commented:

   "A solid idea."

  However, just as he was about to continue speaking, someone at the side suddenly took the lead and asked:

   "Mr. Riemann, don't you think about making a name in history? For example, standing shoulder to shoulder with Professor Jacobi or Dirichlet?"

  Riemann's expression was stunned, and he smiled after seeing the speaker clearly, and waved his hand quickly:

   "Student Luo Feng, what are you talking about? Professor Dirichlet is a pillar of the University of Göttingen, and Professor Jacobi is also a top mathematician."

   "I'm just an ordinary person. Maybe after a hundred or two hundred years, people will only see the words 'Gauss' assistant Bernhard Riemann' when they look up Mr. Gauss' information."

  Xu Yun continued: "."

be honest.

   At this time, he really wanted to travel back to modern times, print out the information about Riemann in later generations, and then ruthlessly threw it in front of this peer with a high-quality male hairstyle.

joke.

  Let's not talk about Dirichlet or Jacobi in later generations of Riemann.

  Even big men like Cauchy and Weierstrass can't compare with him, right?

  He is the first person under the echelon of Archimedes, Mavericks, Gauss and Euler, and he is considered to be on the same level as the previous four in a few cases!

  His achievement is not to mention the Riemann conjecture.

  Just four years later, that is, in 1854, he put forward "On the Hypothesis as the Foundation of Geometry", which has made a decisive contribution to the history of human science:

   Among them, Riemannian geometry and tensor analysis are the core tools for Einstein to create general relativity.

   And what about Dirichlet?

  This dear friend must be strong, this cannot be denied.

  But if you insist, the ranking in the history of mathematics is only around 20.

   Probably at the same level as Cantor, Kolmogorov and Cartan Lao.

   Described as a football player.

  Dirichlet is probably Drogba's level, while Riemann is Melo's level.

  Think here.

  Xu Yun suddenly felt a strong curiosity:

  These people present are almost all youth versions that have not been updated. I don't know what their future plans and perceptions will be like?

  So he pondered for a moment, looked at everyone, and said:

   "Everyone, I have an idea, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?"

  Hubert Airy was sitting on his right hand, and immediately answered after hearing the words:

"what idea?"

  Xu Yun looked around, thought for a moment, and said:

   "Everyone talked about their future life plans, such as what kind of person they want to be and what kind of things they want to do."

   “Then write it down in the same book in simple words, sign it at the end, and seal it somewhere.”

   "Ten years or twenty years later, if you have the opportunity to get together again, you can hold this book and compare yourself with yourself at that time. What do you think?"

"good idea!"

  After hearing what Xu Yun said, Riemann clapped his hands subconsciously and applauded loudly.

  After all, this fierce man who even records his own stuff from time to time raised his hand before everyone else:

"I agree!"

   Riemann and Kirchhoff were the only Germans on the scene. Seeing that his friends voted for it, he also pushed the boat along the way:

"I have no opinion."

   Soon, Hubert Airy and Wheat also expressed their agreement.

   A few more seconds passed.

  Tian Haosuo swallowed, and slowly raised his hand:

   "I have no objection either."

  See this scenario.

  Lao Tang couldn't help but look at Aveline, and they both nodded at the same time:

"I agree."

  Xu Yun snapped his fingers when he saw this, and there was a little excitement in his heart:

   "Nice!"

   Then he paused, and the target first set his sights on a particularly silly figure:

   "Student Maxwell, let's start with you."

  (end of this chapter)

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