The next morning, Xu Mengyao woke up to find herself lying face-to-face with Lin Chen. When she opened her eyes, he was smiling warmly at her.
"Honey, what are you looking at?" Xu Mengyao asked, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"At a beauty. Who's this little lady who's so pretty?"
"She's yours," Xu Mengyao replied shyly. "Honey, don't you usually get up and make breakfast around this time?"
Lin Chen pouted. "Do you think I'm an idiot? We rarely get to sleep in together. Why would I get up early to make breakfast?"
"Honey, I'm hungry."
"Could you make me some breakfast? I'd love some noodles—just a bowl of dried noodles will do," Xu Mengyao said, pouting playfully.
Only after Lin Chen left could she get up to change.
"Fine."
Without teasing her further, Lin Chen quickly got out of bed.
After breakfast, Xu Mengyao kissed Lin Chen on the lips before going to work. She hoped to recover quickly.
"My wife's not home, and we don't have kids yet," Lin Chen muttered to himself.
He had a rare moment of free time.
But as soon as he opened his computer and logged into his secure email, his time was gone. Three people had sent him emails, two of them strangers.
The only familiar contact was Academician Chen.
After reading Academician Chen's email, Lin Chen realized that the two strangers were also Academicians. Academician Chen had mentioned Lin Chen to them.
Both of them worked in aircraft manufacturing.
This time, Academician Chen didn't ask any questions. Lin Chen opened one of the emails from the strangers.
"Hmm—"
Lin Chen's eyes widened in surprise.
Based on the questions asked, he estimated that this Academician might be an expert in fighter jet research. The questions weren't particularly profound, but they spanned multiple disciplines.
This was exactly Lin Chen's area of expertise.
"Academician He, here are my humble thoughts—"
Lin Chen swiftly typed his replies. The questions were easy for him to answer.
An hour and a half later, he finished.
"There you go!"
Lin Chen clicked send.
Soon, he opened another academician's email. This academician was likely an expert in military drones, as the questions were all related to that field.
Lin Chen's aircraft manufacturing skills encompassed all aircraft, including drones and even space shuttles!
*Click-clack!*
Lin Chen's fingers flew across the keyboard.
At a certain secret research institute:
Someone approached Academician He. "Academician He, you have a new email from Zhang San, the one you mentioned."
"So soon?" Academician He's eyes widened in surprise.
He hurried to his office and opened his inbox. It was flooded with emails from senders like "Zhang San" and "Li Si."
These names were randomly generated by the email system.
Academician He performed a security verification. The names changed to "Academician Lin" and "Academician Chen," with Lin Chen's real name added as a personal note.
After the verification, Academician He saw the email's content.
He opened the attachment and began reading carefully.
Initially, Academician He had been somewhat dismissive of Lin Chen's swift reply. But gradually, he became completely immersed in the material.
The subject matter involved knowledge he wasn't entirely familiar with, so he consulted reference materials and even called other experts for clarification.
After two hours, he had only reviewed a small portion.
He couldn't be absolutely certain, but he had a strong feeling that Lin Chen's answers were likely correct.
"These things need to be verified as soon as possible!" Academician He muttered to himself.
"Done!"
Lin Chen had finished answering the other academician's questions.
After sending the email, he hurried off. Song Qingquan had invited him to lunch that day.
Exactly at noon, Lin Chen arrived at the hotel Song Qingquan had booked.
"Master Lin, hello. I'm Song Qingquan."
Song Qingquan had been waiting at the hotel entrance. Seeing Lin Chen approach, he quickly walked over and warmly shook his hand.
He had never met Lin Chen before, but he had obtained a photograph from Chen Zhian, so he wasn't particularly surprised.
"Hello, President Song." Lin Chen smiled faintly.
Song Qingquan: "Master Lin, my daughter is here too. I originally didn't plan to bring her—she dislikes meeting strangers—but for the first time, she insisted on meeting you."
"Her situation is special, so my wife is keeping her company in the private room."
Lin Chen nodded. "It's good that your daughter can get out and about."
Soon, they entered the hotel.
Song Qingquan pushed open the door to the private room.
His wife and daughter stared at Lin Chen in surprise. Song Qingquan hadn't shown them his photograph.
"Wife, Wan'er, let me introduce you to Master Lin Chen. He's very young, but it's even more remarkable that he has achieved such a level at his age."
Song Qingquan smiled and said, "Hello, Master Lin."
Song Wan's mother quickly chimed in.
Song Wan looked at Lin Chen and said in surprise, "I know you! You're that 'Strong Guy' who carried his wife and daughter up the mountain."
Lin Chen: "..."
*The netizens really gave me that nickname.*
Song Qingquan cleared his throat. "Wan'er, don't be so rude."
"It's fine, President Song," Lin Chen said, waving his hand.
Song Wan looked pitiful. Even if her words had been more offensive, Lin Chen wouldn't have minded. After all, she was only seventeen and still a minor. Calling her a "child" wasn't entirely inaccurate.
"Brother Lin, you're amazing," Song Wan said. "I tried climbing a mountain once, and even alone, it was exhausting."
"It was alright," Lin Chen replied with a faint smile.
Song Qingquan and his wife had already ordered, and various dishes soon arrived. While the food might not have been exceptional, each dish was quite expensive.
The group began to eat.
Song Wan opened a beautifully crafted lunchbox she had brought, filled with the dishes Lin Chen had prepared. Her mother spooned some rice into it and mixed it with the food.
"Master Lin, thank you," Song Qingquan said, raising his wine glass with deep gratitude. "My wife and I would like to toast you."
Compared to before, Song Wan's spirits had noticeably improved.
"No need for formalities," Lin Chen said with a smile. "You paid for it, after all."
As he spoke, he raised his glass in a toast with Song Qingquan and the others.
After several rounds of drinks, Song Qingquan said, "Master Lin, Wan'er can't eat anything else, but she loves your cooking. Would you consider making a bit more for us?"
"Money is no issue," he added. "Five million per table, or ten million—whatever you ask."
Lin Chen shook his head. "President Song, it's not about the money. My rule is three to five tables per month. If I break my own rules, who will I help in the future?"
"I've already booked up for next month, but given your daughter's condition, I can arrange one table for you next month."
"I can't make any other promises."
Regret flickered across Song Qingquan's face.
"Thank you, Master Lin," Song Qingquan said, grateful they'd secured a reservation for the following month.
Song Wan asked, "Brother Lin, if a friend comes over, would you cook for them?"
"Can we take leftovers home if there's any left?"
Lin Chen smiled. "It depends on the friend. I wouldn't entertain just any acquaintance at my home."
The eyes of Song Qingquan and his wife lit up instantly.
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