Chapter 1617: The Influence on Newton

Newton ignored him.

Newton actually thought very highly of Stephenson's creativity; if one thought about it carefully, a Giant Steam Engine speeding along the road was simply a very cool thing.

However, it was not possible right now; their Britain King was foolish enough to participate in some war, insisting on creating some Dreadnought-class Battleship to contend with the Longyan supply ships.

In Newton's view, this was simply foolish to the point of being laughable.

However, the research and development of the Dreadnought-class Battleship was already able to pique his interest.

Newton glanced at the anxious Stephenson and suddenly thought that perhaps he should introduce this fellow to Mo Cheng; Mo Cheng was a Longyan, and his research into the Giant Steam Engine was also very deep.

The two of them might have common topics to discuss.

Newton looked at Stephenson and shouted: "Stephenson, come to my place tonight."

Stephenson looked at Newton and said indifferently: "No, I went to your house last time and went hungry for a day."

Upon hearing this, faint sounds of mockery drifted from around Newton.

This was something Newton was capable of doing.

However, there was not the slightest embarrassment on Newton's face; instead, he continued: "A woman who knows how to cook has come to my house; she was sent by God to cook for her husband."

"She is very easy to talk to; if you don't mind, you can ask her to prepare a dinner for you."

Hearing this, everyone put down their work and turned their heads in unison to look at Newton as if he were a monster.

"Newton, do you have a wife?"

"That someone could actually marry you is simply a miracle."

"What did you do for God to grant you a wife..."

Newton was taken aback, and looking at his colleagues who were bursting with curiosity, his brows gradually furrowed.

"You all misunderstood; I did not receive God's favor; it is a friend of mine."

Yes, a friend.

Everyone in their hearts equated this friend with Newton.

Newton was very famous in the circle; his academic fame was one aspect, but the other was this fellow's eccentric temper.

He was too passionate about research; no woman could endure a man who only understood research.

They also needed nourishment and companionship, but what Newton chose was scientific research.

Therefore, they were full of curiosity about the fact that Newton had a wife.

Newton ignored them; regarding the things they were concerned about, to Newton, it was simply an insult. How could he, a dignified great scientist, waste time on such trivial matters?

Someone had once asked him if he needed offspring to inherit his aspirations, and Newton's answer was: "Not really; if the Lord wanted me to have offspring, He would surely tell me."

Hearing this, that person expressed helplessness at the time.

Since then, there had been no other news.

Facing Newton's invitation, Stephenson thought about it; he was just worrying about having nowhere to go tonight, so he might as well go to Newton's house for a free meal.

"Fine, after work, I will go to your house."

From sunrise to sunset, not too much time had passed.

Stephenson followed Newton back home.

The journey was uneventful.

Arriving at Newton's door, Stephenson suddenly realized something was wrong.

Newton's house was actually brightly lit, and after Newton opened the door, what Stephenson saw was not the scene that had previously been like a haunted house.

Stephenson's family was poor when he was a child; his father was a coal mine worker, but he was born into a mechanical family, and his mother had to take care of all eight of them children at the same time.

But even so, the house was in perfect order.

Simple but clean.

However, Newton's family background was much better than his, yet Newton's house had always been like a haunted house.

Gloomy and terrifying, extremely frightening. In the summer,

Stephenson had been a guest at Newton's house once, and the impression from that time was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Rotten food, cockroaches all over the floor, and even rats.

Newton's house could simply be called a garbage dump; the second after entering, Stephenson had fled as if he were crazy.

He had once asked Newton a question: he was already a Councilor, so why didn't he hire a servant to help him clean the room?

To wipe out all those rats and cockroaches.

Newton's answer had shocked him at the time, and for a long time afterward, Stephenson lived in shock.

Newton said: "Why wipe them out? They will all disappear when winter comes."

Stephenson: "..."

But now, looking at Newton's house, it was so clean that one couldn't bear to dirty it.

Stephenson took off his leather shoes and stepped cautiously onto the warm floor, walking inside.

Newton did not care about those things and walked in wearing his dirty leather shoes.

Stephenson's brows furrowed, but thinking that he was a guest, reminding the host was an awkward thing to do.

So Stephenson did not speak.

Quietly walking toward the dining table, Stephenson looked at the table full of delicacies and was stunned for a moment.

Although he participated in the research work for the Giant Steam Engine, what he ate was still the extremely simple boiled potatoes, at most with a little bit of salt added, and nothing more.

As for Newton...

Sorry, according to his memory, Newton rarely ate; at least Stephenson had never seen Newton take the initiative to eat, and it was always when he was so hungry that he saw stars that others fed him.

Therefore, regarding the situation in Newton's house now,

Stephenson could only describe it as incredible.

Other than this, Stephenson could not find any suitable words.

This also made Stephenson involuntarily begin to wonder who exactly the woman cooking for Newton was, and how such a virtuous woman could have taken a liking to Newton.

He could not help but look curiously toward the kitchen, from where the sound of chopping vegetables was coming.

Newton ignored Stephenson's thoughts; looking at the table full of dishes, he still felt it was not enough.

Then he rushed into the kitchen and said to the woman who was preparing dinner, "My dear Lady Hu Xi'er, please make one more portion; a friend is coming over tonight."

The sound of chopping vegetables came to an abrupt halt.

Immediately following, a roar shook the entire Newton household.

It was as if the house itself trembled three times!

"Newton, I have put up with you for a long time!"

Newton was dragged out by a woman whose appearance was as beautiful as the golden ratio.

A look of astonishment immediately appeared on Stephenson's face.

It was as if the image he had imagined countless times just now had collapsed in this instant.

All the virtue, all the gentleness, had vanished without a trace.

The side Hu Xi'er revealed was more masculine than a man.

Newton, this tall and sturdy fellow, was scolded in front of Hu Xi'er without having any power to talk back.

"I am only cooking for the two of you for the sake of Mo City; do not think that just because we are under house arrest here, you can boss us around!"

"If I am unhappy, you will starve to death, do you understand!"