Magdalen College, originally named Baijinhan College - of course, this name has nothing to do with Xujiang in Jinghai City - is not as prestigious as other large and well-known colleges such as Trinity, King's and St. John's. , and it only takes up 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 has been there several times to find him, so he knows the way to go.
Ye Gongchao must have received a letter from his uncle Ye Gongchuo a long time ago, and knew that a Chinese compatriot was going to study in Cambridge.
So when he received the notice that a Chinese man was visiting, he hurriedly ran out of his room.
Ye Gongchao had a well-proportioned figure, but he only had a round face. He was wearing a well-dressed suit, and the leather shoes under his feet were polished to a shine. With his oiled head parted in the middle, he stood out in the sun. Complement each other.
"Brother Hanchen, I have long admired his name in British newspapers, and today we finally meet. It is truly a blessing."
When Ye Gongchao smiled, the flesh on his face pushed his facial features together, making him look a little honest and 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 people's interactions 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 it were anyone else, he would probably fall out immediately.
Fortunately, Chen Muwu was not a picky person, and he was not picky about the man in front of him who was only two years younger than him.
He smiled and said: "Gongchao, why should we be polite between you and me! The ham that Principal Ye asked me to bring you can now be considered as a complete piece of equipment."
Ye Gongchao's name was Chongzhi and his courtesy name was Gongchao.
Chen Muwu called him that, which was not considered rude.
"After spending several years abroad, what I most want to eat is a bite of hometown food. This place is not like a big city like London, and there is not a single Chinese restaurant in Cambridgeshire. Every time I want to satisfy my Chinese appetite, I have to take a train. Go to London's Chinatown for a meal, or just cook a few simple dishes by yourself, so that you can suspend your thoughts. 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 Company, and expressed his gratitude to him as he walked.
"Hey, George, what's that in your hand? Iberian ham?"
As the two were walking in the courtyard, 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 all the way from my hometown. At noon tomorrow, you are welcome to come to my place to taste my hometown cuisine."
Ye Gongchao spoke with a standard English accent and responded to the other party calmly and generously.
"Okay, it's settled then!"
Chen Muwu asked curiously: "Gongchao, what, can the students in your college still cook?"
"Of course, there is a public kitchen on each floor of the student dormitory that all students can use."
Chen Muwu thought about the narrow and dark room he rented in Mrs. Brown's house, and then looked at the spacious and bright dormitory in Magdalen College in front of him. It was really necessary to compare things.
Walking to his room, Ye Gongchao hung the ham on a nail on the wall, then let Chen Muwu into the chair in front of the desk, took out a 555 brand cigarette from the cigarette case, and handed it over.
"Thank you, I can't." Chen Muwu waved his hand.
He carefully looked at the room in front of him. Different from those arty people who put a shelf of books in the room, Ye Gongchao's shelf in the dormitory was full of various seasonings and spices, as well as the natural rose water. , Shaoxing’s Huadiao wine.
"Gongchao, I didn't expect you to be so elegant."
"Brother Hanchen laughed. My younger brother, I left my country when I was young and traveled between the United States and Europe. But I am not used to eating this Western food at all, so I can only cook it myself. Although Master Meng said 'A gentleman stays far away from the kitchen', but Master Confucius also said, 'You never tire of fine food, and you never tire of fine cooking', right? The time tonight is too short and there is no time to prepare. At noon tomorrow, I will ask Brother Hanchen to try our craftsmanship. !”
In the original time and space, there was always a rumor on the Internet that you didn't learn much knowledge after studying abroad, but you came home with a lot of cooking skills. Unexpectedly, the origin could be traced back to the man in front of you, Ye Gongchao.
If Ye Gongchao could really cook well, Chen Muwu wouldn't mind coming to his place every once in a while to have a meal.
"That would be too much trouble."
"Brother Hanchen, why are you so polite between you and me? I read a lot of my brother's deeds in the newspaper a few days ago. I also specially found two papers that my brother published one after the other and read them carefully, trying to gain insights from them. One or two. But after all, it is my younger brother who has little talent and little knowledge, so I cannot get a glimpse of his path.
"Brother, can he really achieve this time travel you mentioned?"
Chen Muwu, who had just escaped from Eddington in the morning, did not expect that Ye Gongchao would also talk to him about this.
You said that as a liberal arts student, you just write poems and write essays. Why do you have to be curious about this kind of thing?
So Chen Muwu simply took the initiative and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked: "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, struck a few matches, and then lit the cigarette.
After taking a deep breath, he frowned and thought carefully.
But Chen Muwu also stared at the matchbox in Ye Gongchao's hand, and a strange idea came to his mind.
The old-school Rutherford just used matches. Why did Ye Gongchao, a young man who was keen on following the fashion, also use these matches?
Don’t you even have a lighter these days?
Ye Gongchao's words interrupted Chen Muwu's thinking: "I think if I could go back to the past, what I would most like to go back to is the Ming Dynasty. Zheng He, the three-guarantor eunuch, made seven voyages to the West, but the goals achieved were compared with the financial, material and manpower consumed. It is not directly proportional. If we go back to the Ming Dynasty, we can successfully persuade Ming Chengzu to open up new territories, develop capitalism, vigorously build overseas colonies, immigrate overseas, plunder the minerals and economy of the colonies, and establish a world guided by Confucianism. If we follow the new order of thought, then I, the great China, will not suffer the humiliation of being inferior to others today..."
Chen Muwu continued to listen to Ye Gongchao's various fanciful ideas about him traveling back in time, as if he was listening to a poor Ming Dynasty novel.
However, he succeeded in diverting Ye Gongchao's attention so that he would no longer pester him and explain to him the principles of time and space travel.
…
At noon the next day, Chen Muwu came to Magdalen College again as promised and had a meal with Ye Gongchao.
One thing to say, Xiaoye's craftsmanship is really good, and the elder brother has introduced himself to a wonderful person.
At least when he wants to eat Chinese food to satisfy his craving in the future, he won't have to worry about it anymore.
Ye Gongchao's friend, Chen Muwu, is finally settled!
