novelraw Chapter 397 The moment, the moment
Chapter 397 The moment, the moment
Chapter 397 The moment, the moment
At noon, a small board room located in the field ushered in a lively moment that is rarely seen on weekdays.
Inside the kitchen.
Ren Ming was making noodles, but Yang Minghui took over the task of cooking.
The old man's requirements for the dishes are very simple, just tomatoes and eggs.
Even if the cooking skills of this entry-level home-cooked dish are average, it won't be too unpalatable, so Ren Ming can safely hand it over to Yang Minghui.
Today is March [-]nd, and in many cities in the north, the temperature is still below zero.
And Haiya, once the southernmost city of Xia Kingdom, ushered in the hottest March in the past five years.
Usually at this time, the highest temperature in Haiya will not exceed 30°C, but today, the temperature in Haiya has reached 33°C in one go.
The temperature suitable for the growth of corn is a little too high for humans.
In the kitchen, which has been exposed to the sun for a whole morning, in addition to the heat, there is also the stuffiness that makes people feel out of breath.
The small exhaust fan above was not able to ventilate at all, and the house was still cooking, so it was too hot to hold people.
The sweat on his forehead was about to drip into the washbasin below, and Ren Ming didn't care about his image in front of the camera, so he quickly wiped it on his T-shirt.
This was the worst meal he had ever had, and if he could, he would rather not eat this lunch than stay in this room any longer.
But the old man was still waiting outside, so he could only bear it.
"call--"
Behind him, Yang Minghui turned down the fire, walked to the pool, washed his face with cold water, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around, looking at Ren Ming who was also sweating profusely, Yang Minghui said: "I think, after a while, the two of us will become acquaintances in the true sense when we go out after cooking."
"Haha." Ren Ming didn't expect that he would also tell bad jokes.
After laughing, he sighed: "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work. The old man has paid too much for the breeding business."
And his casual sentence caught Yang Minghui for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "In addition to the old man, I also admire you. In this state, you can still speak well. If you were born a few hundred years earlier, I'm afraid our Chinese textbooks are full of your poems."
Ren Minghan said: "No, it's just a feeling."
He didn't want to pretend to be compared in front of the camera, it was really a sentence that came to his mind when he thought of Cheng Huaan's sacrifice so much for a seed, and then he said it naturally, there is really nothing else idea.
Yang Minghui thought he was being modest, and said, "I'll repeat it to the old man later, he must have a deeper feeling for this poem."
After half an hour.
"Is the meal ready yet? The old man has been waiting outside for a long time." Tang Heming shouted from the kitchen door.
The room was too hot, and he didn't want to step in.
"Okay." Ren Ming took the cooked hand-rolled noodles out of the pot, ran through cold water, and then mixed with Yang Minghui's stir-fried marinade. A bowl of firm and smooth tomato and egg hand-rolled noodles is ready up.
Hurry up and serve it to Cheng Huaan while it was still hot, eating the hand-rolled noodles just out of the pan, Cheng Huaan felt warm in his heart, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.
Ordinary media would leave after the interview, why would they stand in such a hot room and cook for a bad old man.
And the old man's tears made the people next to him not know what to say for a while.
At the critical moment, it still depends on Tang Heming. His words directly caused the atmosphere that was originally going down to rise in a straight line.
He said earnestly: "Mr. Yang, Ren Ming, you two, really, next time you have a job like cooking, let someone else do it."
While taking out a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Cheng Huaan, he complained, "You guys dare to cook at any level, and the old man is so unpalatable that you cry. This means that the old man is easy-going, and I have to scold him if I want to change it." .”
As soon as he said these few words, everyone directly pointed their finger at him.
Yu Hong said angrily and amusedly, "Xiao Tang, if you don't talk, no one really thinks you're dumb."
Zhang Ziyue slapped him, "Teacher Tang, you are a person who does nothing, how can you have the courage to criticize others."
Yang Minghui resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and said, "Don't eat lunch for a while, and you can cook the old man's dinner."
Cheng Hua'an was a little embarrassed that he had caused a "misunderstanding".
He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, took the tissue handed over by Tang Heming, wiped the corners of his eyes, and explained for the two of them: "You misunderstood, these noodles are delicious, I am not crying because the noodles are bad."
Seeing the old man hurriedly explaining, Ren Ming said with a smile: "Don't worry, old man, Mr. Tang is just joking. He ate my cooking yesterday and knows my cooking skills well."
"That's good." A smile appeared on Cheng Huaan's face again, and the wrinkles on his dark face deepened.
After lunch, Ren Ming asked to know about Cheng Huaan's usual work.
"Grandpa, please see if there is anything we can do, we want to help you."
Cheng Huaan thought for a while and said, "When the corn is ripe, you can sort it for me, but right now the corn is still in the field and it's confiscated."
Tang Heming said: "Then when the sun is not so bright in the afternoon, you can take us to visit your cornfield."
"Medium." Cheng Huaan agreed with a smile.
Ren Ming said: "Then old man, let's chat now."
It was too hot in the room, so everyone took plastic stools, found a cool and ventilated place, sat around and continued chatting.
"Grandpa, why did you choose the job of breeding in the first place, and persist in it for the rest of your life?" Yu Hong began to chat in a family style.
Several others were also curious about this question.
Facing everyone's curious eyes, Cheng Huaan sat on a small stool and talked about the past, "In July 1963, I graduated and came to work at the Institute of Agricultural Sciences."
"Once, I went to Xingjiazhuang to investigate the growth of local corn. As soon as the local villagers knew that I was a college student engaged in agriculture, they all gathered around."
"A aunt took my hand and said with tears in her eyes, you are a college student, I beg you, can't you think of a way to increase the amount of corn per mu by dozens of catties? Can you feed Wowotouguan enough, baby They won't suffer from hunger."
"I also grew up in the countryside. I will never forget that survey. Since then, I have made up my mind to make sure that the farmers have enough to eat."
His narration silenced everyone around him.
What happened five or sixty years ago, he even remembers the month clearly, it can be seen that the impression left by this event in his heart is really, as he himself said, unforgettable forever.
In a word, for a lifetime, from the young age when he just graduated from university to the 86-year-old age, he used his whole life to fulfill the original vow.
Ren Ming broke the silence and asked: "Old man, today, your wish can be said to have come true, and you are not too young, have you ever thought about when you can take a rest?"
Cheng Huaan said with a smile: "As long as we are engaged in scientific research, as long as we can move, our work will never end. And although people can eat enough now, it is only the most basic."
"My new goal now is to make everyone eat healthy and safe."
Seeing the old man's smile and hearing his simple wishes, another old man's face suddenly appeared in Ren Ming's mind.
Academician Gu Guhua, the soldier I interviewed more than a year ago.Before he died, he chose to burn his last ray of light and continue to fight for Xia Guo's nuclear cause.
And Cheng Huaan in front of him also made a similar choice to Gu Zhenhua.
……
(End of this chapter)