Several young female colleagues, with their eyes shining, came close to Lin Zhiyue as if they had discovered a treasure.

Among them, Xiao Zhang, who had a ponytail, blushed and asked shyly, "Zhiyue, does your brother have a girlfriend? He looks handsome and considerate. Can you introduce him to me?"

The short-haired Xiao Li next to him also agreed: "Yes, yes, Zhiyue, if your brother is still single, he must think of us."

Lin Zhiyue looked at their expectant eyes and found them interesting. Without giving it much thought, she readily agreed, "Sure! When we get a chance, I'll help you find out."

After hearing this, everyone cheered excitedly and then dispersed contentedly. Lin Zhiyue was finally able to return to his workstation.

During the difficult years of the end of the world, Lin Zhiyue, with his wisdom and strong learning ability, mastered technological knowledge far ahead of his time.

For her, making a drone is a piece of cake.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and quickly sketched out the blueprint of the drone's structure in her mind. Her nimble fingers selected parts accurately like a nimble dancer.

She first took out the tools from an old metal box, and laid out the tweezers, screwdrivers, and soldering irons in order. Then she poured a pile of parts onto the workbench, and the parts made crisp sounds as they collided.

Her experience in the end times made her well aware of the properties of various materials. She screened them with a keen eye and picked out the most suitable motors, batteries and circuit boards.

She first picked up the micro motor and carefully fixed it to the frame of the drone with tweezers. Every tightening of the screws was precise and powerful.

Then she soldered the circuit board. The tip of the soldering iron danced flexibly on her fingertips, and the solder wire melted quickly under the high temperature, tightly connecting the various electronic components.

During the welding process, Lin Zhiyue kept his eyes focused and used a magnifying glass from time to time to check the quality of the soldering points to ensure that the circuit was unobstructed.

When the core components were assembled, she conducted preliminary circuit tests and adjusted parameters to optimize the drone's flight performance.

Lin Zhiyue not only pays attention to the performance of the drone, but also has unique ingenuity in appearance design.

She decided to make the drone look like a bee.

She used a 3D printer to print the shell of a bee, then bent the metal wire into the shape of wings and installed bionic joints so that the wings could flap flexibly.

She then began to paint the shell, using an airbrush to meticulously depict the yellow and black stripes on the bee's body, and even meticulously reproduced the texture on its wings.

After countless fine-tuning, a lifelike "Little Bee" drone was born.

It exudes a metallic luster all over, and every texture is exactly the same as a real bee.

It is small in size, with a wingspan no bigger than the size of a palm. When flying in the air, it is like a real bee flying among flowers, and it is very concealed and difficult to be noticed by others. Lin Zhiyue designed a small bee shape for the drone.

Finally, Lin Zhiyue integrated the core components with the outer shell and embedded sensors, cameras and other equipment into the fuselage.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a layer of warmth over the military compound. After Lin Zhiyue handed the experimental report to Grandpa Zhao, he took the drone and returned to the compound with the guards.

When I entered the house, it was quiet. My parents had not yet returned from get off work.

Lin Zhiyue closed the door quietly, and after making sure that there was no one around, he started taking out food from the space continuously.

The supplies in the space seemed inexhaustible. Fresh fruits and vegetables exuded an attractive luster. Red apples and emerald green broccoli filled the table.

The fragrant bacon and sausages are neatly stacked, as if you can smell the scent of fireworks.

After putting the food away, Lin Zhiyue picked up some ingredients and went to his grandfather's house next door.

As soon as I opened the door, Grandma Lin's kind smile came into view.

Seeing Lin Zhiyue carrying a lot of bags in her hands, Grandma Lin hurried over and said angrily, "Yueyue, why are you carrying so many things again?"

As he spoke, he reached out to take the heavy bag, and the two of them carried the food into the kitchen together.

Grandma Lin pulled Lin Zhiyue to sit on the sofa, looked her up and down with concern, and asked, "Yueyue, how is your work recently? Are you not overworked?"

As Grandma Lin spoke, she gently patted Lin Zhiyue's hand. The warmth of her palm instantly dispelled Lin Zhiyue's fatigue from work.

Lin Zhiyue sat on the sofa, fiddling with the corner of her clothes with her fingers. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned to look at her grandmother and said in a clear voice, "Grandma, I want to call Dad and ask him to come back in the evening."

After saying that, she quickly walked to the coffee table and picked up the slightly old landline phone.

The slender fingers pressed the number skillfully, and the "beep" waiting tone in the receiver seemed to hit her heart one by one.

At this time, Lin Lang, who was far away in the military district, had just finished a tense military meeting. His military jacket was casually draped over the back of his chair, and his hair on his forehead was still wet with sweat.

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, he strode over and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

There was a hint of fatigue in Lin Lang's steady voice.

"dad!"

Lin Zhiyue's voice, with a hint of coquettishness, instantly came out from the receiver.

A gentle smile immediately appeared on Lin Lang's originally serious face, and the fatigue in his eyes also dissipated a lot. He asked in a gentle voice: "What's wrong with my daughter? What's the matter?"

Lin Zhiyue paused, and said seriously: "Dad, please go back to the military compound tonight. I have something to tell you."

Lin Lang frowned slightly. In his impression, his daughter has always been sensible and would not easily come to him for help unless it was something important.

After a brief thought, he responded readily: "Okay, daughter, Dad will be back in the evening."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiyue raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a hint of anticipation.

After Lin Zhiyue finished the call, she took her grandmother's arm, with a bright smile on her face and sparkling eyes, and said, "Grandma, I'll cook tonight, let's make something delicious! Invite Grandpa Mu, Grandma Mu, and Grandpa Bai and Grandma Bai, and have a lively gathering."

Grandma Lin looked at her granddaughter lovingly, with a smile in the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

In her eyes, her granddaughter has always been a caring and sensible child. Although she doesn't cook very often, her cooking skills are top-notch.

.

Grandma Lin was pleased and naturally did not refuse. She patted Lin Zhiyue's hand and said, "Great, our Yueyue is really becoming more and more capable!"

Then, Grandma Lin stood up and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table.

She first called the Mu family. As soon as the call was connected, she said enthusiastically: "Old Mu, Xiaoyue is cooking tonight, you guys come over and join in the fun, let's have a meal together!"

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone, and Grandpa Mu agreed immediately: "That's great! If Zhiyue cooks, then we must go. It's been a long time since we last tasted that girl's cooking skills."