Chu Lu didn't notice that the chef's subsequent reaction after he sighed in confusion was quite different from what he had imagined.
The man who seemed to be growing horizontally went to the kitchen, took off his chef's hat, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and splashed his face with cold water several times before he calmed down.
He just felt that he was about to be burned through by the gazes around him.
After calming down a little, he quickly took out his laptop and wrote down the key points of the conversation.
The chef originally switched here because of the high salary offered here. Although "Yuan" is only a research institute, its reputation is well-known throughout the alliance. Both the product effects and employee benefits are obvious to all.
Of course, this has nothing to do with a cook. In fact, he looked up the information on his computer after he received the high-paying invitation and was worried that it was a scam.
The reason why Yuan Hongcai switched jobs here was simple: it offered more money.
Amid condemnation from a number of former colleagues for being "short-sighted", Yuan Hong decided to change jobs without hesitation.
Natural food is expensive in the interstellar era, and the status of chefs has also risen accordingly, but this definitely does not include the chefs in the employee cafeteria. If someone switches from a private restaurant with many famous chefs and good learning opportunities to a staff cafeteria that claims to "provide natural food" but mostly supplies nutrient solution, anyone would say "degenerate".
But for Yuan Hongcai, who is burdened with a lot of student loans that are about to expire, he has no other choice. Even if there is a pit in front of him, he has to jump into it.
But when he arrived, he realized what a pit this was. It was clearly a gold mine! !
Not to mention the high salary.
In addition to high salary, there is also personal guidance!
——This is clearly paid training!
Targeted guidance and accurate comments on each dish.
Every point hits the nail on the head.
Even if he were to pay out his current salary, he still wouldn't be able to hire a food critic for one-on-one guidance.
Aaaaaaah——
What kind of magical day is this?!
He felt really guilty about the salary he received, so he took out part of it to pay off his loan and spent the rest on food ingredients, doing his best to meet the "master's" requirements for food textures.
Of course, there are a few small problems -
That is... after he learned that the master and "Source" had signed a temporary contract, he vaguely revealed his intention to ask the master to change careers, and was almost fired. He finally stayed, but every time he went to seek guidance after a meal, he would be glared at.
If you stay a little longer, the canteen manager will even come over and "invite" you back to the kitchen.
Yuan Hongcai: It doesn’t matter, those are just small problems! We can overcome them!!
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Chu Lu didn't know that because of Master Luther's picky taste, he was regarded as a professional food connoisseur.
He was still stuck in hesitation before every meal, wondering if there were any "additives" in the meal. After all, even if it was a private restaurant, he would be very annoying for finding a lot of problems with every meal, not to mention that this was just an employee cafeteria?
Chu Lu walked towards the laboratory expressionlessly. No one knew the uneasiness in his heart. In the end, he could only comfort himself by saying that the employees under the protagonist had sufficient moral standards.
However, this method of self-comfort has little effect. He feels that the other party's more likely choice is "either to explode in silence or to become perverted in silence."
perhaps……
His final fate in this world was death by poisoning.
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After passing the facial feature recognition and the pupil and iris feature recognition, the electronic door in front of him opened to both sides. Chu Lu stepped in, but before he had taken two steps, he bumped into a middle-aged man who was slightly out of shape but had a very kind face.
Chu Lu still had a vague impression of him. The two of them had some work exchanged yesterday, and this man's face turned red due to the ridicule of Young Master Luther. If someone nearby hadn't stopped him, he would probably rush up and beat him up.
Meeting here, Chu Lu looked normal, but he was wondering in his heart if the other party really rushed up to attack him, should he fall to the left or hide to the right?
It’s not surprising that he thought so, because Chu Lu still remembered that this guy’s laboratory was clearly in another building. He came here specially at this time, so it was obviously not just a “coincidence” that they ran into each other.
The distance between the two men gradually shortened, and the middle-aged man's expression became visibly entangled, but until Chu Lu passed by him, the other party still stood stiffly in place without any movement.
Chu Lu: As expected, you are a researcher and are not good at hands-on work.
Looks like I escaped today.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard a voice behind him calling him, "Researcher Wei."
Chu Lu: Sure enough, I came to see him.
He kept thinking, but didn't stop. After all, "Wei Lu" was just a pseudonym, and it was normal for him to be insensitive to this surname. Why should he turn back now and get into trouble?
But since the other party came here specially, it’s obvious that he won’t give up so easily.
The middle-aged man jogged a few steps, overtook Chu Lu, and finally stopped him before he entered the elevator.
Judging from his body shape, he was a pure researcher who stayed in the laboratory all day and neglected exercise. These few steps of jogging made him pant heavily. He leaned against the elevator and said breathlessly: "Yesterday...yesterday..."
Chu Lu couldn't ignore it this time and could only look over.
Their eyes met, and Cumberland was stunned again.
The young man's blue eyes fell on him. His expression was no different from yesterday, as if he saw through his intentions, but didn't care at all.
Cumberland paused for a moment.
Why did he feel that the other party was arrogant yesterday?
No, he is indeed "proud".
But this kind of pride seems so natural when it comes to the person in front of me.
The gap between genius and ordinary people is like a chasm. Ordinary people can't find the results even if they study hard and spend their whole lives. The person in front of him doesn't even need to know too much about this field. He can see through it at a glance. In this case, why would he be arrogant?
…
Cumberland had heard about the arrival of a talented researcher in the XI84 project, and many of his colleagues had gone to watch. Of course, Cumberland was curious, but he was busy with a key experiment at the time, and had to monitor data fluctuations around the clock. He lived and ate in the laboratory, so he had no time to care about those trivial matters. In addition, all the people who went there at the beginning were young people, so he simply didn't join in the fun.
As expected, the experiment that he had been working on for several days ended in failure. As usual, he was depressed for a few days.
After three consecutive years of failure, Cumberland couldn't count how many times this had happened. He even began to doubt the direction of his research.
Is his research really meaningful?
Is this direction really okay?
…
…………
perhaps……
Did he go astray from the beginning?
These questions had often popped up in his mind over the past three years, but this time the interrogation was particularly sharp and harsh, and he seemed to have suddenly lost his strength.
If Dr. Banro had not happened to be interested in the γ-377 factor and had not asked him for the test results earlier, Cumberland even doubted whether he would abandon his years of habit and give up organizing the data.
Cumberland sorted out the results completely on instinct and in a dull manner.
After sending it to Dr. Ban Luo, he found that he had copied several key data in the report incorrectly.
He hated this kind of careless behavior the most, but he never thought it would happen to him. Although he hastily sent a second email to explain after discovering the problem, it was the next day.
I hope Dr. Banro doesn't have time to use this data.
Cumberland thought so, but also felt that he should apologize in person.
…
So, I met this long-famous genius.
Cumberland did not recognize the man at the time, but when he saw the blond young man sitting opposite Dr. Banro, his first reaction was to frown. Although good-looking people are more likely to win people's favor at first sight, Cumberland does not like this type.
He once had a student whom he had high hopes for. The child was indeed very talented and very hardworking at first. Cumberland taught him almost hand in hand and even had the idea of training him to be his successor.
But the child was later discovered by a scout and embarked on a completely different path.
Of course, Cumberland would not point fingers at other people's lives, and it was understandable that the child chose a path that was easier for him. But it was undeniable that for those good-looking children, they had too many choices in life and faced too many temptations, which made it difficult for them to concentrate on boring research.
Normally, Cumberland would not have made such an impolite expression, but the shadow of successive failures still loomed over him, and he really couldn't control himself. He still tried his best to make his expression not so ugly, but the effect was minimal.
"Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Banro."
The other party didn't seem surprised by his intention, but he didn't even bother to stand up. Instead, he turned around and operated a few times on the screen beside him, calling up a report.
“Is this your test result?”
He did not hide the dissatisfaction in his tone.
Cumberland felt a little nervous for some reason.
He shook his head, putting the inexplicable thoughts behind him, but this time his brows were really furrowed.
Ban Luo's new assistant seems to be impolite.
——That’s what Cumberland thought, even though he didn’t recognize the person in front of him at the time.
Cumberland was already in a bad mood, and his tolerance threshold was particularly low at this moment.
But he finally remembered that he came here to apologize, took a deep breath, and didn't want to argue with this impolite assistant.
He maintained a calm tone and explained, "Yes, but there are a few omissions. That's why I came here."
Since Dr. Banro is not here, he cannot apologize this time. He should go back and send another email to express his apology and perhaps ask...
"Oversight?" The young man raised his voice.
Cumberland's thoughts were interrupted, and before he could say anything else, he was hit in the face by a barrage of ridicule. He was even stunned.
"...Sorry?" Cumberland said with difficulty, holding his breath.
To be honest, he now realized the importance of having a good-looking face.
If the other person didn't have a face that could make people forgive him, Cumberland felt that his mood index would drop by several percentage points.
But this is too much!!
People have a natural resistance to the handsomeness of the same sex, and Cumberland's mood continued to decline.
He tried to speak several times but found himself unable to interrupt.
It wasn't because the other party spoke too fast - if you didn't listen to the content of the words, his tone could be considered gentle - but... what the other party said seemed to make sense, and he had no way to refute it for a while.
Cumberland couldn't help but feel a little self-doubt.
Is this really the case? Are there really so many problems with his experiment this time?
Cumberland was still confused, but the young man suddenly changed the subject and pointed out the "full of loopholes" in the experimental process based on the test results, as if all his research over the years was in vain.
…
If Cumberland had been able to suppress his anger before by saying that it was his mistake after all, he really lost control this time.
Cumberland felt the blood rushing to his head. The anger that had been suppressed for a while surged up, along with the suppressed resentment accumulated from three consecutive years of failures day after day lingering in his heart.
——What do you know? What do you know? !
Do you know how much pressure I have withstood? ! Do you know how much I have paid over the years? ! !
Cumberland could no longer remember what he had roared at that time. If Dr. Banro had not rushed back at that moment, he didn't even know what he would have done in such a blood-soaked state.
…
Cumberland has developed a habit over the years of using experiments to calm himself down when he is in an unstable mood.
Because the hands have to be very steady when dripping the medicine, the stability of the body brings peace of mind, which for Cumberland is a way to restore energy second only to sleep.
It does work.
When Cumberland finally felt calm, he discovered that he had subconsciously modified the experimental steps according to the repetitive mocking voice in his mind.
Cumberland: “…”
Forget it, I'll send the results of this experiment to the other party when the time comes, so that the impolite young man will know that the coordinated extraction of various non-isomorphic factors is not such a simple task.
With this vague "revenge" mentality, he then completed the following steps.
Then--
Success?!
The problem that had troubled him for three whole years was solved so easily and without any warning? !
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