Chapter 702 The cake smells good. Thinking of this, Professor Sun calmly put the report into his drawer.
A few days later, Shen Mo nervously went to Professor Sun to ask for his advice.
Professor Sun looked at her with a serious expression and a cold tone: "Student Chen Mo, I've read your report. As for your ideas... you have some, but they are too naive and idealistic. They lack a solid theoretical basis and clinical data support. They are still a long way from real academic research. Okay, you should read more books and lay a solid foundation. Don't aim too high."
Shen Mo looked at the professor's serious face, feeling filled with loss.
So... the idea I thought was good is so insignificant in the professor's eyes?
She hesitantly took the report handed back by the professor and whispered, "Thank you for your guidance, Professor. I will try my best."
What she knew was that after she left, Professor Sun took out a copy of the report from the drawer and brought his favorite student Zhao Zhicheng over.
"Zhicheng, I have a... well, it's a rough draft of my initial proposal on integrating Chinese and Western medicine. Take it and take a look. Follow this idea and delve deeper into it, add some data and case studies, and organize it into a decent paper. This is a very valuable topic. If you do it well, it will be very helpful for you to stay in school after graduation."
Zhao Zhicheng was flattered. He took it and, after a quick glance, was immediately drawn to the novel ideas and clear framework. His admiration for the professor deepened. "Thank you, Professor! I will complete it diligently and will never let you down!"
"Well, go ahead and make the most of your time." Professor Sun nodded in satisfaction.
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In the evening, Shen Mo returned to the courtyard with a droopy head.
Lu Qingyang came back and when he saw her like this, he knew something must have happened.
"What's wrong? Did something happy happen at school?"
Chen Mo's nose felt sore, and the grievance she had been suppressing almost burst out when she saw the concerned look in his eyes.
She followed Lu Qingyang into the house and told him everything about going to see Professor Sun and being criticized for being "too ambitious" and "childish". Her voice got lower and lower, and the last few words were filled with tears:
"...Qingyang, am I really too fanciful? But those ideas are very mature..."
Lu Qingyang listened quietly, his brows slightly furrowed.
He knew Shen Mo. She was a boastful person but down-to-earth in her work. Since she could write a report, it must have been carefully considered.
Professor Sun's reaction...seemed a bit too arbitrary and discouraging.
But he didn't judge immediately, he just gently put his arm around her shoulders.
"Don't overthink it. A rejection means something. Maybe the professor is a bit strict, or maybe he feels something needs improvement. A good idea is like a rough jade; it needs constant polishing. My daughter, Xiaomo, is so smart and willing to study. If it works once, try it twice. Take it slow, and you'll eventually achieve something."
Having said that, he looked at Shen Mo who was still depressed and didn't even eat a few bites of dinner, and he was thinking about how to make her happy.
Early the next morning, he tiptoed to the kitchen and closed the door.
His mind sank into the space, and he used the accumulated energy points to exchange for some rare things in this era: a small bag of fine white sugar, a small can of condensed milk, a few eggs, a little low-gluten flour and a small piece of butter.
Fortunately, I had exchanged some basic ingredients and tools for restaurants and research before.
He didn't have a professional oven, but that was a problem for him.
He found a small iron pot with a thick bottom, buried some charcoal in the stove, and simulated low-temperature baking in an oven.
Relying on the vague memories and feel of his past life, he carefully separated the egg whites and yolks, beat the egg whites, and mixed the flour and butter...
A sweet and tempting aroma wafted from the kitchen.
After washing up, Chen Mo rubbed her still sleepy eyes and walked out of the room. An unusually sweet and tempting smell immediately entered her nose, making her wake up instantly.
She followed the fragrance to the main room and saw a few yellow, fluffy and soft things on the table. Next to them was a small bowl of milky white food that looked like milk paste.
Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen carrying millet porridge. Seeing Shen Mo, she immediately smiled and pointed at the table: "Xiao Mo, are you awake? Come and see. Qingyang doesn't know what's going on. He got up early in the morning and tinkered in the kitchen, so mysterious. It turns out he made this rare thing. What is this... cake? Oh my, it smells so good. He said he made it for you. What good day is today?"
The grievance and depression that had been accumulating in my heart due to being denied were instantly dispelled by this sudden warmth.
She picked up a piece of cake, which was unexpectedly soft to the touch, and took a careful bite.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Lu Qingyang came out of the kitchen carrying the last bowl of porridge and saw Shen Mo eating the cake with big mouthfuls, an expectant smile on her face.
Shen Mo raised her head, her eyes a little red, but the corners of her mouth were raised high, nodding: "Well, it's delicious, especially delicious, you... why did you think of making this? It's so troublesome..."
"What's the trouble? I saw you were so happy yesterday, so I thought I'd make you something sweet to eat. It'll make you feel better."
Lu Qingyang said it lightly and put the porridge in front of her, "Eat it quickly, try this, I tried to mix it with condensed milk and sugar, does it taste like cream?"
Little Stone and Little Fish were also attracted by the fragrance and babbled, but it was a pity that they could not eat these now.
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