If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

Su Wanqing was only halfway through her sentence.

They realized something was wrong.

She glanced up at the bottom right corner of the computer screen; the microphone icon was still flashing.

No...isn't it?

Su Wanqing's blood instantly turned cold.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Lin Yue was still laughing happily beside her.

She was completely unaware that her mother's expression had frozen.

Su Wanqing's lips moved slightly.

I don't even know what to say anymore.

No wonder...

She asked why there was no sound all of a sudden; it turned out the microphone wasn't turned off.

Wouldn't that mean...?

Did someone hear everything she just said?!

Just at this time.

The wooden door to the study was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Zhiyuan stormed in with a dark expression.

His expression was quite interesting.

"What are you doing?"

"My boss is in a meeting, what are you all doing here making a fuss?"

"Husband, I..."

Su Wanqing's face turned pale instantly.

She was helpless too!

Who knew her husband was slacking off and didn't even turn off the microphone!

"How can you be so carefree?" Su Wanqing felt like the sky was about to collapse.

He just made so many big boasts.

They can't even understand this kind of question, and they keep calling people "foreigners."

Everything was heard!

All of them!

Lin Yue also realized that something was wrong.

Belatedly, I widened my eyes in surprise.

It's over! It's over!

We've made a huge mistake!

She remembers it all very clearly.

She was just calling him "foreigner" over and over again.

They were shouting so loudly!

Finished!

Lin Yue froze on the spot.

She's incredibly audacious; she actually insulted her father's boss!

What if this causes my dad to get kicked?!

Will she still be able to get pocket money next year?

"Dad, we didn't mean to."

Lin Yue stammered as she tried to explain.

But Lin Zhiyuan completely ignored her.

I rushed straight to the computer, wanting to smash the microphone icon to pieces.

"Professors, I'm so sorry!"

Lin Zhiyuan's voice became humble and hurried.

He kept apologizing.

Lin Yue felt very bad.

My dad is so busy with work every day, and when he gets home he still has to attend meetings.

And then he himself caused trouble!

I feel incredibly guilty!

"I promise I will seriously reflect on my actions! I will definitely not do it again next time!"

Lin Zhiyuan became more and more anxious as he spoke.

But not a single word came from the other side of the screen.

Lin Zhiyuan's heart sank even further. What should he do?

Good idea.....

After an eerie silence, the man with a heavy German accent finally spoke.

It carried a hint of disbelief.

"...Lin, can you stop babbling on and let that lady say a few words!"

Lin Zhiyuan: ? ? ?

What the hell? Should we let his wife say a few words?

This sudden outburst almost strained his back.

"Professor Mike... Professor Mike..." Lin Zhiyuan looked a little confused. "What are you talking about?"

"That's what she just said," another woman chimed in; it was Lina.

There was no anger in her tone, but rather a sense of urgency.

"Could you repeat your point about the XRD patterns and the conformationally locked interplanar spacing deviation?"

"I need help urgently!"

"what?"

Lin Zhiyuan was completely bewildered. He turned to look at Su Wanqing, his eyes filled with confusion.

Su Wanqing was also bewildered, the image of being yelled at still lingering in her mind.

As for XRD patterns, cell parameters... have you ever said those things yourself?

It seems like I did say that.

But she didn't know why she remembered it so clearly!

I had only casually flipped through some foreign language textbooks when I was a graduate student.

I only skimmed through the above content once, and never touched it again for decades afterward.

When I said it just now, it was surprisingly fluent!

What exactly is going on?

"I...I don't know either. I just said it offhand, just said it offhand."

Su Wanqing stammered as she spoke.

Lin Zhiyuan also realized that something was wrong.

He glanced at his wife, utterly incredulous.

"are you sure?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked at her seriously, "Think about it again carefully."

He knew all too well that his European colleagues had extremely fiery tempers and were all arrogant and haughty.

Because of his high level of knowledge and ability, he looks down on everyone.

In normal meetings, even a PhD student like him can't get a word in edgewise.

But who would have thought that when his wife disturbed someone's meeting today, the person not only wasn't angry, but also took the initiative to come and ask about it.

Is that correct?

"I read it in a book..." Su Wanqing actually tried hard to recall, "I read books on this topic when I was a graduate student."

"I remember flipping through a few pages and seeing this method mentioned, so I wrote it down."

"You memorized over twenty years' worth of information just by flipping through a few pages?!" Lin Zhiyuan almost exclaimed in surprise.

"I don't know either," Su Wanqing said anxiously. "I just remembered it and it just came out naturally."

"That makes sense, doesn't it?"

On the other side of the screen, everyone felt like they were about to vomit blood.

They studied it for months, and you're saying it was in a book from twenty years ago? And you even wrote it down? Are you kidding me!

"Madam," Mike's voice rang out again, his tone even more serious than before.

"You said that a spacing deviation of more than 0.3 angstroms indicates conformational locking, but what if it's only 0.2 angstroms?"

"0.2 angstroms?" Su Wanqing's mind raced for a moment before she blurted out the answer instinctively.

"0.2 Å is on the edge of the error range. We need to look at the intensity of the second diffraction peak. If the ratio of the main peak to the secondary peak exceeds 2.3, then it means that it is still locked."

"But if it is below 1.8, it indicates the existence of a flexible intermediate state."

Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell.

The screen went completely silent!

Lin Yue looked at the foreigner's silent expression, and then glanced at her father's petrified face.

I feel like my worldview is crumbling bit by bit!

"This is outrageous!"

"Her mother is just a low-level clerk, when did she become so capable?"

She started speaking in a language she couldn't understand. Was she sure she was speaking Chinese? And she even silenced the foreigner.

It's simply unbelievable.

"Lin..." Mike's voice rang out again, this time sounding a little cautious, and even a little excited.

"What's your wife's major?"

"What's her major?" Lin Zhiyuan swallowed and said, "She studies materials science."

"Materials?" Lina asked in horror, "Which organization does her child belong to?"

"I'm not at the organization!" Lin Zhiyuan replied.

"What about her research background?" Lina pressed.

"I graduated with a master's degree from a domestic university," Lin Zhiyuan said guiltily.

"Graduate student?" The foreigner fell silent again, this time for an even longer period.

Everyone opened their mouths, but hesitated to speak.

Lin Zhiyuan felt his heart pounding.

Oh no! His wife has definitely gotten herself into big trouble!

Look, even the big shots abroad don't know how to curse anymore!

Am I going to get fired like this?

Just when Lin Zhiyuan was in despair... Mike's next words completely stunned him.

"We've tried the revised approach your wife just mentioned."

Mike's voice sounded unreal: "The logic of adjusting ligand concentration is completely contradictory."

"If we run the experiment again according to her parameters, the error in the previous experimental data can be contained within a reasonable range."

"???" Lin Zhiyuan was dumbfounded.

Are you kidding me? Are you even speaking human language? You mean you got the experiment done just from a few casual remarks his wife made?

Are you kidding me?!

"How did you meet her?" the other person asked.

"She's my wife," Lin Zhiyuan replied.

"...Are you sure?" Professor Mike and Professor Lena both expressed their doubts at the same time.

"Of course!" Lin Zhiyuan nodded. This was definitely his wife! There was no mistake!

"...Then you should bring her into the group," Mike said in a low voice.

"What?" Lin Zhiyuan opened his mouth, almost thinking he had misheard.

He turned to look at Su Wanqing, then at his dumbfounded daughter beside him, his mind completely blank.

This is so weird!

Professor Mike, Professor Lina... they actually invited his wife to join the group?

Lin Yue's mouth was also agape in an "O" shape.

Can anyone tell her what's going on?

"Mom, why?" Lin Yue was completely baffled. "Is Dad's team trying to poach you?"

"Me?" Su Wanqing pointed to herself, a look of disbelief also appearing on her face. "I don't know either!"

She knew perfectly well that nothing unusual had happened today, so how did she suddenly become so awesome?

wrong!

If I had to put it into words, it would be that after eating that meal, she felt her mind became a little clearer!

That's it!

But surely that shouldn't be enough to make her suddenly recall knowledge she learned more than twenty years ago?

So can someone tell her what's going on?

"Could it really be that bowl of beef brisket rice that caused it?"

The thought flashed through her mind for only a moment before Su Wanqing immediately suppressed it.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This is absurd!

How could eating make you smarter?

The study light remained on, and the foreigners resumed their noisy behavior.

This time, however, Mike and Lina's tone was less arrogant and more cautious.

Lin Zhiyuan sat in front of the computer, his expression complicated, and pulled his wife over as well.

Lin Yue had already quietly retreated to her room, crawled into bed, and stared at the ceiling, her mind filled with questions.

The next day at noon, Su Yun began her busy day again.

With a swift movement of his knife, a rapid, rhythmic thud echoed across the cutting board.

A few minutes later, he neatly chopped several ribs into small pieces, and cleaned a bowl of pork intestines next to him.

The next thing to do is to process the chicken legs. Su Yun made several neat cuts on the surface and then marinated them with sauce.

"okay!"

He changed the menu again today.

Garlic-flavored pork ribs, stir-fried pork intestines, teriyaki chicken leg rice, plus a side of pickled green beans and minced pork rice.

These are today's main dishes. Other dishes are also available, but in smaller quantities.

Su Yun also cooked a pot of winter melon and pork rib soup. The soup was clear and bright, with large slices of winter melon.

"Chef Su, you're changing the menu way too often!"

Teacher Wang sat on the bench next to the window.

Holding a bowl of teriyaki chicken leg rice, his cheeks were bulging from eating.

She didn't have class this morning, so she came over early to freeload lunch.

The chicken drumsticks are pan-fried until slightly charred, coated in a thick teriyaki sauce. One bite reveals crispy skin and tender meat.

Teacher Wang chewed and shook her head, her face full of satisfaction.

"With the college entrance exam approaching, let them try something different and keep things fresh."

Su Yun arranged the chopped ribs on a bowl, sprinkled some minced garlic on top, and put it into the steamer.

Others might worry that changing the menu before the college entrance exam might affect the students' performance.

But Su Yun wasn't worried about any of that.

He's skilled, and everything he makes brings a sense of novelty to the students and lifts their spirits.

When you're in a good mood, the college entrance exam will naturally be a breeze.

"You make it sound so easy," Teacher Wang mumbled, taking a bite of rice.

"Other stalls can sell the same dish for months, but you're changing it every single day. Aren't you tired?"

Su Yun smiled but didn't reply.

He wasn't tired at all; his current physical condition made him excessively energetic.

Moreover, you don't need to buy the raw materials yourself; you can just place an order on the system. It's not tiring at all.

Moreover, the system refreshed a large number of recipes for the college entrance examination, and he wanted to try them all.

The number of people in the cafeteria gradually increased.

Today, senior high school students had a half-day off, with only a small number of students staying to study.

But there was still a long line of people in front of Su Yun's window.

They all craned their necks to look.

"Did you change the dishes again today?"

Hua Xiaoma peeked at the menu and was pleasantly surprised.

"Holy crap! It's stir-fried pork intestines!"

"And teriyaki chicken drumsticks!"

"I'll queue even if it kills me!"

"6666, I can't take it anymore!"

"Look at that pickled green beans and minced meat! My mouth is watering already!"

"Master Su is amazing! He never cooks the same thing twice?"

Su Yun's hands flew, the spatula tumbling and turning.

The oil in the pan was sizzling.

The aroma is wonderful.

Every student in line was clutching their stomach and groaning, wishing they could start eating right away.

"By the way, Master Su."

Teacher Wang finished the last bite of his meal, wiped his mouth, and said...

"I have something to tell you."

"In a couple of days, a group of students will be coming to our school for an exchange program."

Teacher Wang put the empty bowl on the recycling table.

"The city organized a cross-school seminar before the college entrance examination, and they were all top students from other schools."

Su Yun responded while stirring the food.

"so what?"

"so...."

Teacher Wang then began to explain.

The students who came were all top students.

They all have incredibly good grades, and they walk with a swagger.

So naturally, he became somewhat arrogant and looked down on everyone.

Teacher Wang was in charge of this event.

I also want to bring honor to my school.

Since we can't compete in academic performance, let's compete in other areas.

For example, Su Yun's cuisine.

Teacher Wang was thinking about it.

We'll have them come over to Su Yun's place for a meal sometime.

This will give them a little shock, and at the same time, it will also help support Master Su's business.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Su Yun nodded, having no objection.

Teacher Wang nodded in relief.

A strange thought suddenly popped into my head.

Those top students from key high schools.

They were all arrogant and considered themselves the chosen ones.

What delicacies haven't you eaten before?

If they come and try Chef Su's dishes...

hiss!

Just imagining this scene is quite interesting.

However, Teacher Wang was only thinking about it.

After all, those people are the cream of the crop among the cream of the crop; their school simply can't compare!

The atmosphere in the classroom was somewhat restless during the afternoon self-study period.

"I really want to eat!" Li Xiaoxiao said listlessly, slumped over the table.

"yes!"

Lin Yue, who was next to me, was engrossed in writing something. "It's been half an hour since lunchtime!"

I'm hungry again!

"....."

Not far away.

Zhao Ziliang bit his pen cap and stared blankly at the physics problem in front of him.

"Still watching? Do you even understand what you're looking at?"

Hua Xiaoma poked her head out, a smug look on her face. "We all failed this question in the last mock exam. Only two people in the whole class could solve it. You think you can?"

Zhao Ziliang ignored him and continued to stare at the question.

This question is a comprehensive problem on electromagnetic induction, involving motional electromotive force, Ampere force, and conservation of energy.

The process is quite nested, with a nonlinear magnetic field distribution in the middle.

During the last exam, he couldn't even understand the questions and only scored in the thirties.

And now...

"Alright, stop looking, let's go to the cafeteria." Hua Xiaoma was causing trouble again.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ziliang said without even looking up.

"What the heck!" Hua Xiaoma was stunned for a moment. "You're yelling at me?"

Good heavens! What happened to Old Zhao?

Just as Hua Xiaoma was about to say something, Zhao Ziliang's pen moved.

He wrote the first line of formula on the draft paper, then the second, then the third, and so on, at an increasingly faster pace.

"???"

Hua Xiaoma leaned over and took a look, her face full of disbelief.

He initially thought Zhao Ziliang was just scribbling nonsense, but when he saw what it said, Hua Xiaoma's pupils dilated instantly.

"What the hell are you writing?"

Zhao Ziliang remained silent, his brows furrowed, his mind in turmoil.

Conditions that I used to want to skip were now automatically connected in my mind!

He clearly hadn't memorized the expression for the magnetic field distribution, but he wrote it down without any stumbling!

The same applies to determining the nodes for energy conservation.

Whether it's the left-hand rule, the right-hand rule, or determining the direction of the Ampere force.

All the links are connected like an invisible thread, and the flow comes out naturally!

Zhao Ziliang wrote faster and faster, and his writing became more and more fluent.

When he wrote the last line of formulas, he didn't even pause; he calculated the answer directly!

Hua Xiaoma clutched his head, his face filled with horror.

No? What did he see? Is this really Zhao Ziliang?!