The small restaurant is very bright, the light comes from the four huge glass chandeliers on the dome, and the whole room is immersed in softness.
The walls are uniformly covered with pastel-colored parquet wallpaper, and the floor is a brown-red carpet.
There are five large tables in the room with a variety of dishes.
Senior personnel enjoy high-level treatment. Just like this dinner, although it is a buffet, the dishes can indeed be described as rich and colorful.
"There are fresh fruits that are rare in winter, a variety of cream cakes, a variety of meats, and several kinds of thick soups." Yang Mingzhi just entered the room and glanced at it briefly, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
However, it was born.
In that dimension, Western-style buffets have blossomed all over China. It seems that going to a buffet restaurant to feast is the best way to eat the most things with the least money, so there is a joke about leaning in and out.
But that kind of buffet has gradually deviated from the essence of a buffet.
Chinese people have always attached great importance to banquets. Since ancient times, many important events have often been implemented on the dining table.
Westerners have always practiced sharing meals. It is impossible for dozens of people to gather at a large table to discuss government affairs while eating.
Government affairs still had to be discussed. Louis XIV loved to hold various dinner parties, so that many political affairs were decided at the dinner parties. And that kind of dinner party gradually turned into a buffet in the current sense.
Eating is only secondary, socializing is fundamental!
Yang Mingzhi was not against the buffet. After filling his stomach, he figured that Lysenko would have to find him again, so he sat on the side of the room and continued to talk about something while tapping Erlang's legs.
However, such a "wine pool and meat forest" scene gives Carambola a truly wonderful sensory stimulation.
A girl born in a poor family, she has already adapted to the rough life and eating braised vegetables. The short experience in Moscow has opened her eyes. Now, facing a room full of fragrant restaurants, her instinct to eat has already
It completely affected her little mind.
Star Tao's eyes were staring straight at the various types of bacon and barbecue on the table, just like a hungry wolf staring at the deer. She was already mouthing off, just because she felt that she could not embarrass her husband, so she
She continued to hold her husband's arm, only the muscles in her legs were tense, as if once she let go, her whole body would rush over at a speed of 100 meters to feast on her.
Yang Mingzhi didn't notice his wife's excitement at all, he still paid full attention to Lysenko.
"Comrade General, come and have a meal. Although it's just a buffet, at least you'll be full."
"Ah, the feeling of being full?! I have forgotten the last time I had a full meal. Thank you for your concern."
Yang Tao kept her ears pricked up, listening to the conversation between her husband and the dean. She suddenly raised her head and asked, "Dinner is served now? Can I...can I go and eat?"
"Of course!" Lysenko said with a gentle tone, "You can enjoy it as much as you like, but the only thing is, don't waste food."
"I will." Yang Tao looked at her husband again: "I'm going to eat, no problem."
"Go ahead and eat more meat."
Of course, Yang Tao is most willing to listen to her husband, and her husband's words are more like military orders.
"Eat meat, eat meat. I rarely had the opportunity to eat meat before. Now I want to eat it hard." She strode to the table and grabbed it almost out of instinct. Fortunately, the staff in the restaurant stopped her immediately.
Her vulgar behavior.
At this moment, Lysenko never thought that the general's wife would take action directly! He was completely watching a show, and teased Yang Mingzhi: "It seems that you have neglected to train your wife."
What else could Yang Mingzhi do? He had no choice but to smile helplessly: "She is a farmer's daughter and has never attended a buffet. Please forgive me."
"A farmer's daughter? Oh, I am also a farmer's son. Comrade General, please don't say these incorrect words. This is the first time she has seen her, so she will inevitably be very curious. She should be familiar with her in the future."
"Okay." Yang Mingzhi shrugged, motioned to his followers, and they all walked over.
For the guards such as Grishenko, they have been eating in the canteen for a long time, and it is the first time to participate in the buffet today. Although they have never participated in it, they all know the etiquette of the banquet. Like Yang Guo, their understanding of the buffet is "
"Each one takes what he wants" is really funny. She stared at a roasted lamb and tried to violently pull off a leg of the lamb and slowly gnaw on it. Her rude behavior was stopped, but she still got what she wanted.
The staff held the carving knife and followed Star Tao's request and shaved a plate of roast lamb for her, and finally sprinkled some cumin on it.
Novosibirsk is close to Kazakhstan, and a large number of Mongolian and Turkic descendants have lived in the nearby area since ancient times. These ethnic groups have special skills in roasting mutton and beef. For example, cumin, a seasoning that is not commonly used in Eastern Europe, has always been abundant.
The traditional Eastern European Russians may be very surprised by this kind of barbecue without pepper sauce or honey sauce, but for Yang Mingzhi, the barbecue with sauce is strange! Barbecue should be served naturally.
Now, look at how my wife eats! She holds the plate and eats with a steel fork, and all the refinement and restraint are gone. Her delicate little face is covered with mutton, and she is eating with her eyes still staring at the dining table. One person
The female staff member was like her personal assistant, just waiting for her to finish the plate and then refill it.
"Hey, are you that hungry?" Yang Mingzhi sighed secretly, holding his own iron plate and putting together what was said to be "Kazakh-style roasted lamb" and "Uzbek-style fried rice."
He was not surprised at all that there was rice on the table here. After all, rice was produced in Southern Russia, and several Central Asian countries learned fried rice from India hundreds of years ago.
"What do you think? Comrade General?" Lysenko came over and asked.
"Very good. It's to my liking."
"That's good, we can have some drinks if you want."
"Wine? Vodka?"
Lysenko shook his head: "The vodka is too strong. Drink some red wine to dilute the greasiness of the meat."
Although he only ate half the plate, Yang Mingzhi felt a little comfortable. The reason was also very simple. He felt that today's meal was greasier than what he had eaten in the Kremlin. It makes sense when you think about it. Winter in Novosibirsk can even be
When the temperature reaches the terrifying temperature of minus 40 degrees Celsius, eating less fat can be fatal!
Yang Mingzhi no longer cares about how other people eat, and he has no time to care about his wife who has transformed into a little wolf.
When Lysenko wanted to treat himself to a drink, he was clearly taking him aside and talking about other things over the wine.
What else can we do? Talk about life over a dinner party?
There are some small square tables in the restaurant, and most people are already sitting on wooden stools to eat. In a remote corner of the restaurant, two people sit down in front of a small wooden table.
Lysenko held a goblet and the restaurant staff filled it.
Looking at the label on the wine bottle, Yang Mingzhi noticed that this red wine was actually a special offering, with the label "Exclusively for the Academy of Sciences." The staff quickly filled up the wine for himself and took a sip, but it tasted very good and had a good aroma.
Pleasant dry red.
He took a few more drinks and waited for Lysenko to speak.
"Comrade General, there is a happy event I want to tell you now."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"The leader gave me a long-distance call a few days ago. The Supreme Soviet has decided that after you arrive in Novosibirsk, you will be awarded the title of academician of the All-Soviet Academy of Sciences."
"Ah! What a good thing."
Yang Mingzhi did not show any particular excitement. He had already expected this. Stalin had already given him a bonus of more than one million rubles, and it was not unusual to give him some new titles.
Lysenko composed himself: "General, you..."
"What's wrong with me."
"I also think you will be very happy. As expected, he is a famous general who has experienced hundreds of battles and can face new honors very calmly."
"So, should I be ecstatic? Of course, my heart is beating very fast now. Cheers, Comrade Dean! Thank you to the great leader, thank you to the great alliance, and you, respected Comrade Dean..." The words of praise came one after another.
When Yang Mingzhi came out of his mouth, Lysenko also raised his wine glass, and the two of them clinked their glasses and drank.
Lysenko filled himself up again and said enthusiastically: "There will be a short ceremony tomorrow, and we will issue you a certificate of honor. After that, we will be comrades!"
"Comrade?"
"Yes, we are all scientists and comrades of the Academy of Sciences."
"This is a good thing. I am really happy to serve the Alliance of Only Love. But my time is very precious, and I hope to get to work immediately."
Lysenko nodded: "You have a high level of ideological consciousness and you are a pragmatic person, which I admire very much. Now that you have talked about work, I do have something that I would like to hear from you."
Yang Mingzhi's somewhat relaxed nerves became tense again. He wondered what Lysenko wanted to say, and now he finally said it.
"Comrade General, you know that I am an agricultural expert. I have read a lot of your information, and I don't know much about military issues. There is only one thing that surprised me. I never expected that you wouldn't
But a military expert, a weapons manufacturing expert, is also an agricultural expert."
"Agricultural expert? You are exaggerating." Yang Mingzhi smiled awkwardly.
"No! Your many performances in the Guerrilla Republic fully prove that you are very proficient in farming."
After drinking some wine, and because the room was very warm, Yang Mingzhi's mind started to heat up, and his spirit was inevitably a little wandering.
When he became serious, he raised his chest and said happily: "There is a proverb in distant China that food is the most important thing for the people. The Chinese people attach great importance to farming at any time and in any place. Maybe this has been engraved in the Chinese people's mind.
…it’s in the genes of the Chinese people.”
"Oh? What did you just say? Genes? Do you still know about genes?"
"Of course..." Yang Mingzhi wanted to continue talking, but suddenly realized that he would make mistakes if he spoke too much.
The word "gene" is used in almost all countries in the world in the same way. Yang Mingzhi was confused. When faced with Lysenko, he was obviously afraid of mentioning this, so he still let it slip without thinking.
He forced himself to calm down and immediately explained: "I have heard an interesting theory. There is something called genes. Every living thing has a set of genes. There is even a more extreme saying that everyone has different genes.
.Men and women have different genes, and yellow and white people also have different genes. The reason why there are no people who look exactly the same is also due to differences in genes."
Yang Mingzhi thought his explanation was enough to smooth things over, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be darker and darker.
Lysenko was not angry, but grinned and said bluntly: "Comrade General, although I don't know where you heard these strange theories, I am responsible to tell you that they are all fallacies. Genes are so illusory
It’s something that no one can prove exists. It’s just a concept.”
"Okay, I just heard it."
"It's better to believe in science! Don't listen to hearsay." Lysenko sat upright and said seriously, "I have done a lot of research and have never found genes. If it really exists, why can't it be seen with a microscope?"
Hearing this, Yang Mingzhi really didn't want to complain. If Lysenko had a particularly advanced microscope, he could see the double helix structure of DNA, write a paper and publish it, and the Swedes would not refuse to issue it because of his Soviet citizenship.
Nobel Prize.
Pure optical microscopes do have their limits, but humans began to use electron microscopes in the 1st century. With their amazing magnification, they can already take pictures of individual atoms!
Lysenko continued to express his position: "Because white people and yellow people have different skin colors, their genes are also different. This explanation is wrong. I am very worried that you have obtained these wrong theories through the wrong channels. I very much doubt that this is our
Fallacies concocted by the enemy to support their extreme ideas. We must understand that all people are equal and we are all equal proletarians, but we must not be brainwashed by those bourgeois and trustworthy elements..."
Brainwashing? Yang Mingzhi felt that he was being brainwashed by Lysenko. No! This Lysenko really held an administrative job. Why did he sound like a political commissar when he spoke?
He thought about it carefully and found that the biggest reason why Lysenko had a bad reputation in history was that he denied the research results of many Western scientists because he implemented his own ideology. This approach not only violated the spirit of science, but also violated historical materialism.
.
What I heard now was truly worthy of its reputation. I just mentioned the word "gene" by mistake, and was stunned to learn a ridiculous political lesson.
The words came out of Lysenko's mouth, entered Yang Mingzhi's left ear, and then floated out intact from his right ear.
After he calmed down a little, Yang Mingzhi immediately put aside the topic: "What I mean is that the Chinese people hate land being abandoned the most. This seems to have become a special hobby. Any land that can be cultivated should not be abandoned.
Some wastelands are valuable for reclamation. There is really no other way. This is how the Chinese have survived for thousands of years."
"But China is very poor now, and I'm sorry."
"Yes! Everything is because of the war. After a hundred years of war, the country has made life difficult for the people, but poverty is only temporary. A once great country does not have to sink forever! When China drives away the invaders, China will begin to restore construction. The Soviet Union
After winning the war, post-war reconstruction will begin. At that time, I really hope that you can provide some advanced agricultural technology to China, which is in desperate need of revitalization." (To be continued)