"This revision is much better than the last one!"
Wen Nuan said excitedly, clutching the design draft, "The timeline for this project is a bit tight, but luckily you’re here."
"Most of the designs were produced by your team; I’ve only made a few minor changes."
Tang Shu didn’t dare take all the credit, as it was through multiple interactions that she realized mechanical development had reached an incomparable level.
If it was in Damo, even after five hundred or a thousand years, they might not be able to achieve this level of sophistication.
The long river of history always brings surprises.
Wen Nuan looked up at the wall clock, folded up the design draft, and tucked it into a folder on the side.
"Alright, let’s not stand on ceremony, how about I treat you to a homemade meal for lunch?"
Half an hour later, Tang Shu looked at the wooden fence that also surrounded the faculty housing, her mouth twitching slightly.
"This is what you call a homemade meal?"
She was invited to eat at the home of Professor Chen Han at Imperial University’s faculty housing???
Wen Nuan couldn’t help but laugh, pushing open the wooden gate. "Come in. My mother-in-law’s cooking is quite good, and... you haven’t tasted my culinary skills yet. How can you say you’ve had a good meal?"
Tang Shu recalled her own lamentable cooking skills, feeling a malicious aura emanating from the person beside her.
"That’s not fair, at least my acting is better than yours."
Ever since accidentally exposing her disastrous kitchen talents in front of her, Tang Shu often heard teasing from the other party.
"Okay, okay, your acting is great, naturally I can’t compare."
Wen Nuan, several years older, decided not to quibble with the young girl.
This wasn’t the first time Tang Shu had met Professor Chen Han. She had seen him a few times before when visiting the research institute. The old man and Master Yu had different professions but shared some similarities in character.
Both were open-minded and not caught up in trivialities.
Both... enjoyed taking on apprentices.
"Let Nuannuan help in the kitchen, you don’t need to follow. How about a game of chess?"
In the winter room, the thick radiator emitted warmth, and in front of Professor Chen, a square table held a Go board, next to which sat a simple tea set. There was a layer of steam rising from the slightly shimmering water in the tea pot, clearly freshly brewed.
Tang Shu, smelling the distinctive fragrance of jasmine tea, took a seat opposite the elder.
"Then I will play a game with you."
"Young people today rarely play chess. Someone who can sit down and play with this old man is even rarer. Let’s play a couple more games while we have the time."
What the old professor hadn’t expected was that the girl in her late teens opposite him was quite formidable.
Her aggressive and decisive style carried a trace of ruthlessness, and she didn’t need much time to consider her moves, which were quick.
In contrast, the professor’s demeanor had shifted from nonchalant to increasingly serious, to the point where he now had to pause and think carefully about his next move. They had been playing for more than half an hour.
Chen Han pinched a white piece in his right hand, the tea in the cup on his left having gone completely cold.
Tang Shu was in no hurry, waiting quietly while listening to the noise from the kitchen and the rich aroma that came with it.
Huh? A real culinary expert?!
"Oh, still playing? Let’s eat first."
Old Madam Chen came out carrying chicken soup that had been stewing for two hours, with Wen Nuan following close behind, also carrying dishes.