"The essence of the stomach is that it is not cooked. When you cook thoroughly, it turns into chewing plastic. If you don't cook, can you eat it if your stomach is not cooked? You said right?" Yang Rui picked up a chopstick of beef tripe and put it in his mouth, enjoying the crackling sound.

Wang Bo nodded and said, "It's really not easy."

Yang Rui ate two more chopsticks, used chopsticks to dot the tabletop, and said, "Don't be polite, I want more. After I finish eating, let's order more. Alas, it's only been eating for a few years. When everyone realizes it, it will be difficult to eat it again."

Wang Bo took a bite and ate it, nodding without feeling much.

Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "I don't know how lucky I am in a blessing. Do you know how difficult it is to eat Feng's stomachache in the future?"

Wang Bo smiled and said, "Why can't I understand?"

"Just as I just told you, the essence of a thirst is to be ripe and not ripe. How to judge whether it is ripe or not? It depends entirely on experience, right? Later, everyone is impetuous. Whose chef can wash his stomach for three or five years? Just lean his neck to see how the master copied the stomach? People have this skill and have already made a lot of money, so in the future, it will be difficult for you to eat such a authentic belly." Yang Rui was somewhat moved and picked up a piece of beef tripe kernel and said, "If you want to talk about sheep belly, it is not necessary to cook the sheep belly a little older, it is okay to be tender. Beef tripe is not good. In our words, the error tolerance rate is low, but the quality of beef tripe is different. It is too sophisticated. The more you are, the less you can't eat it in the future."

Wang Boquan was stunned and thought to himself: I was looking for Member Yang, why did he look for a little nervous?

After thinking about it, this person must be Member Yang. He is not a little nervous and will not do such a thorough job of offending people.

Thinking of this, Wang Bo looked at Yang Rui again with an admiration and said, "What you said is that you should not be impetuous when doing things."

"You can't help but be impatient or impetuous. In the end, you still have to speak on your salary. We think that those who make big diarrhea are just like art. If you make big diarrhea, they still want to support their families... Otherwise, they can't do it for their own people, who is willing to stay in the kitchen every day?" Yang Rui said this, slapped the table and shouted: "Two more plates of mushroom heads."

"The mushroom head is gone." A muffled answer came from behind.

"Is this gone?" Yang Rui looked at his watch. It was not yet dinner time.

The back huddled, "Only six or seven sheep can produce a plate of mushroom heads, who doesn't like to eat it?"

"I'll give you ten yuan tip." Yang Ruicai took out a big picture of unity and pressed it under the plate.

The people inside were even more unhappy and said, "There is no tipping, so you can hurry up tomorrow."

"I'll book three plates." Yang Rui didn't take back the money and said again: "I'll come back tomorrow. The amount of money should be as much as you want. For this ten yuan, please get some more mushroom heads."

"Okay." No one couldn't get over the money, so he agreed. After a while, he brought the soup plate and put it in front of Yang Rui, and said, "Big Shun, it's the soup of the glutinous rice. You can eat it with sesame cake, it's delicious."

Yang Rui took a bite and it was indeed fragrant and strong, and immediately raised his thumbs up.

Seeing that Yang Rui was eating deliciously, Wang Bo couldn't help but feel that the stomachache in front of him became special.

After eating for a while, Wang Bo felt something was wrong. Member Yang Rui said so much to me just now, so he must have some meaning.

He thought carefully, thought carefully, and then contacted the impetuousness he had just said, slapped his thigh and said, "I understand, are you trying to say that Jingxi Pharmaceutical Factory is too impetuous, right?"

Yang Rui was startled and frowned and said, "Where is this?"

"You mean, no, I mean, no, I mean, I guess what you mean is that you want to say that making medicine is the same as making a thirst. To do it authentically, you must have the intention of studying for a long time and not be impatient. Jingxi Pharmaceutical Factory suddenly wanted to make new foreign drugs, which is too impatient, right?" Wang Bo also took out a red-skinned notebook and started writing.

Yang Rui laughed silently: "I don't mean that. The problem with Jingxi Pharmaceutical General Factory is that the medicine they chose is wrong, not that they can't produce it."

The production process of most medicines is not complicated, and production is not a problem.

Wang Bo said with some disappointment: "You have expressed this view."

Yang Rui said: "It means that my point of view has not changed."

"But now? There are quite a few people to you, so don't you add any other opinions? For example, how do you view the dividing line between bureaucracy and reasonable supervision?" Wang Bo said the question he thought of before. Nowadays, the media not only care about current affairs, but also like big titles.

"Do you want to interview me? Which media are you from?" Yang Rui was eating his stomach, with a look of satisfaction, but his IQ was not all in his stomach to enjoy it.

Wang Bo said embarrassedly: "Forgot to introduce himself, I am Wang Bo, the editor of the Beijing Morning Post."

He handed a business card to Yang Rui with both hands.

In fact, it was not that he forgot it, but because the Beijing Morning Post is small in fame and small in scale. He introduced himself and only made people look down on himself. It would be better not to say it. If it were a big newspaper like the People's Daily, Wang Bo would have already put the brand on his chest. If he had such a background interview, he would not even have to find an interviewee. He would ask the interviewee to his own newspaper.

Yang Rui put down his chopsticks, looked at the business card, put it in his wallet, and said, "I think the problem you just mentioned is not reliable."

Seeing that Yang Rui seemed to have answered the question, it was equivalent to accepting an interview. Wang Bo suddenly became excited and said, "What does it mean to be unreliable on both sides?"

"You might as well say this thirsty..." Yang Rui pointed at the table with his chopsticks again.

Wang Bo's eyes turned green: "I'm still talking about my stomach."

"I'm giving an example."

"Yes, you raise it." Wang Bo had no choice, so he simply picked up a piece of cow loaves and chewed them.

"Do you know why the thirst is available in Beijing? " Yang Rui asked.

"Why?" Wang Bo cooperated obediently.

"Because the food of thirst is not up or down at the beginning of its birth, and it is not up or down on both sides."

"oh?"

"First of all, thirst is not cheap, it used to be either cheap, but now it is not cheap. Furthermore, thirst is aiding digestion. Although it is not the case that the more you eat, the hunger you get, you have to eat a lot to fill your stomach. Therefore, the poor cannot afford it and are unwilling to eat it." Yang Rui cleared a plate of thirst and continued: "The rich are not willing to eat thirst because it is a waterfall and cannot enter the elegant hall. Therefore, thirst is not bothered with, and it is neither the food for the poor nor the rich."

Wang Bo looked at Yang Rui for no reason.

"I said your problem is not reliable on both sides because bureaucracy and supervision are not the core of Lu Boding." Yang Rui paused and emphasized: "Jingxi Pharmaceutical General Factory is actually not reliable on both sides."

"Yeah?" Wang Bo became interested only then.

"Bureau bureaucracy is a matter of politics, supervision is a matter of business. And the law is determined, it is actually a matter of academics." Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "What you said in the newspapers are all popular arguments, but can popular arguments solve academic problems? For example, Editor Wang, do you understand what anti-cardiogram theory is?"

"I don't understand." Wang Bo said obediently.

"Yes, you don't understand, how do you judge whether the anti-cardiogram theory is right or wrong?"

Wang Bo was speechless.

"I'm not talking about you, but you all have a big stomach." Yang Rui picked up another piece of food letter and made a creaking sound.

The food letter is the esophagus of a sheep. It cannot be chewed, but it feels very pleasant to chew. You can hear the sounds across the table, but in the end, you have to swallow it in a whole piece.

Wang Bo listened to Yang Rui's chewing sound and suddenly felt that he really wanted to be a stomachache.

"Committee Yang, I have written what you said in the newspaper." Wang Bo said reluctantly when he remembered his purpose.

Yang Ruihun said indifferently: "Just write it."

"Actually, many readers have written to you, all of whom are concerned about this matter. Can I give it to you? Look at it and reply to a few more articles." Wang Bo took the opportunity to ask for another sentence.

Yang Rui glanced at him and said, "I only answer academic questions."

Wang Bo thought for a while and asked, "Why is it an academic issue?"

Yang Rui didn't explain.

"I'll come to you after I've found someone?"

"casual."

“Where can I find your convenience.”

"This kind of place is the most convenient." Yang Rui said, picking up a piece of food letter and making a sound that scares Wang Bo.

"Then... I'll go back first. I'll hurry up and ask you to read my report tomorrow." Wang Bo said goodbye and left, hurriedly returned to the report agency, and went to write an article.

However, Yang Rui sat in the shop of Bodufeng and did not move, but just tried hard to clear the desktop.

Before the project was completed, another reporter came to the door.

"Mr. Yang Rui and Mr. Yang? I am a reporter from Capital Economy..."

"I'll pay the money later, let's talk while walking." Yang Rui took out the money and reminded him again: "Don't forget the mushroom heads tomorrow, three servings."

"Okay."

"Let's go." Yang Rui greeted the reporters of "Capital Economy" with a kind attitude. The current journalists' style is not bad. After all, without the poison of paparazzi, they can basically chat like normal people.

The author of "Capital Economy" asked with some doubts: "Where are we going?"

"I think about it..." Yang Rui pondered for a moment: "It's a bit bad to eat sheep again. Eat pea yellow? It's boring. It's also like boiling in water. I ate it yesterday... Forget it, just eat lamb head meat."

The reporter absolutely said: "Head meat and going into the water are the same thing."

Yang Rui turned his head, looked at him very seriously, and asked, "Are you here to find fault or come for an interview?"

"An interview, of course."

"The interview must be rigorous. Going into the water means going into the water, and head meat is head meat."

"But they are all sheep."

"I want to eat beef meat, but I don't sell it now." Yang Rui sighed and left as a car.

The reporter quickly followed, and before he could get to the place, he met another colleague.
Chapter completed!