It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

How to answer questions is also an art. Whether to answer honestly or to make some modifications, all the options quickly went through Su Chaoqi's mind.

Then she made a decision: "I am a businessman. The ultimate goal of all my research is to turn it into money. I have already found great business opportunities in plants. Now I just need to expand the business opportunities."

She still chose to tell the truth.

Professor Wen asked again: "So, once you have achieved your research goals, you will quit academia at any time?"

"Yes," Su Chaoqi admitted, "I am not a scholar."

Such an answer of hers might displease Professor Wen, after all, it sounds too utilitarian.

But Professor Wen still looked calm, and even Su Chaoqi couldn't see through her inner thoughts and didn't know what she was thinking.

"You are not pure enough," Professor Wen commented on her calmly, "so the research you did is full of mistakes and omissions."

Su Chaoqi knew this yesterday, after all, the professor had found many problems with her experiment.

"I took it for granted," Su Chaoqi admitted with his head bowed slightly, "I also realized that I haven't learned enough knowledge."

"Since you are here, I will teach you the mistakes that occurred in your experiment."

After Professor Wen finished speaking, she pressed a few buttons, and a set of tables and chairs rose from the floor. She raised her hand to motion for Su Chaoqi to sit down.

It’s different when professionals take action. Many of the difficulties Su Chaoqi encountered during the experiment were easily solved by Professor Wen’s cold voice.

Because of the basic theory errors and process flaws in her experiment during the holidays, naturally no conclusions could be drawn. However, Su Chaoqi made a rough guess and felt that even if all the loopholes in the experiment were filled, it might not be possible to verify Su Chaoqi's conjecture.

In other words, the direction of the experiment itself was wrong.

Su Chaoqi wanted to ask Professor Wen something, but after she asked the question, Professor Wen shook his head and did not answer.

This is?

Su Chaoqi looked up in surprise, not understanding why his expression suddenly changed when everything was going well.

Professor Wen said calmly, "You can go back now. I have an experiment coming up soon. You have made such a hard trip this time."

She made such a fuss during the trip, so is my guidance on her experiment my reward?

Of course Su Chaoqi had no plan to go back now. That would be too much of a loss. She had to fight for it.

"I want to study with you," Su Chaoqi said without any preparation, because he had to get straight to the point at this time, "Please accept me as your student."

Professor Wen sneered as if he had heard something funny. "How dare you ask me to accept someone whose research intentions are not pure and whose professional skills and knowledge are not solid as a student?"

The words were sharp and merciless, but Su Chaoqi did not feel hurt.

Because Professor Wen was still sitting there, his eyes still looking straight at her, his face calm.

This meant giving her a chance. If Professor Wen really wanted to refuse, her reaction would not be so calm.

So she must seize the opportunity and show her assets.

Su Chaoqi looked back at Professor Wen, his eyes full of complete confidence and determination.

Because she has a trump card in her hand.

"In the Blue Star period, humans did not have advanced equipment like the treatment cabin," Su Chaoqi said slowly, "but humans would not avoid getting sick just because they did not have a treatment cabin, so over the long years, they developed a technology called medical skills."

In other areas of knowledge, Su Chaoqi cannot compare with the people in this world, but in cooking and traditional Chinese medicine, Su Chaoqi has absolute confidence.

In other words, that is -

Get out of the way, she's trying to show off.

When it comes to medicine, we cannot do without drugs. Most drugs come from plants, or at least the raw materials are plants. Through various physical and chemical changes, they are transformed into drugs that can be used on the human body.

But in addition to the medicines used when you are sick, you can also prevent illness and nip all signs in the bud.

This is how you keep in good health.

And health preservation is closely related to food.

Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and Su Chaoqi could only give a general idea in ten minutes, but these ten minutes were enough to arouse Professor Wen's interest.

"It's an interesting theory," Professor Wen expressed his opinion, "but how do I know that you didn't just make it up?"

Not all logical and reasonable-sounding words are correct, not to mention that the conclusions she said cannot be directly verified.

Su Chaoqi directly searched the laptop for the textbooks she had translated for her undergraduate and graduate studies.

She has never given up the knowledge she has learned, even though it seems that this knowledge is not needed in this world.

Of course, her translation was not recognized by any authority, and Professor Wen believed that she was making up stories and tampering with the contents of ancient books, which was understandable. But now she wanted to take a gamble on what Professor Wen said to her, and wanted to have a deeper understanding.

Professor Wen received the textbook she translated, flipped through it casually, and then put it aside. After all, the textbooks in the medical school were all large volumes without exception, and it was impossible to finish reading them casually.

Su Chaoqi looked at Professor Wen's actions and felt a slight sinking in his heart. These actions did not seem like a sign of interest.

Does she need to show more? Pulse feeling? Acupuncture? Or massage?
But at this time, she needed to give up some of the initiative, otherwise she would appear too aggressive, so she asked Professor Wen: "Professor, perhaps you have more questions for me?"

Professor Wen shook his head. "I see your ability, but I still have the same question. After you get the research results you want, you will eventually leave academia, right?"

Su Chaoqi raised his eyebrows: "Professor, research results are meaningful only if they contribute to society. Businessmen are the profession that can promote research results to every corner. Everyone has their own responsibilities. This research is meaningful, isn't it?"

Professor Wen said: "I don't deny the role and necessity of businessmen, but I don't want my students to become businessmen."

From a mentor's perspective, there is nothing wrong with her having such requirements for her students. Perhaps she has her own reasons and past experiences that lead her to make such requirements.

There was nothing to talk about. Su Chaoqi looked at Professor Wen for a while, then stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I also have things I want to do, so I can't be your student. Maybe the fate between us is not enough. I deeply regret this."

Professor Wen nodded in agreement.

Good, they reached a consensus, even though she didn't want it.

Although Su Chaoqi was disappointed with this result, she did not lose her proper etiquette.

She took out the gift for this visit from the space button - soybean cakes that she made using the simplest method. They were delicate and cute, and could be eaten in one bite. There were eight in total, neatly arranged in the box.

"This is food I made by hand," she said. Time was tight, so she didn't use any fancy molds, only the simplest cubes. "I hope you like it."

Then she nodded to Professor Wen and turned to leave.

She was not playing hard to get or pretending to be pretentious. She said she was leaving, but in her heart she was still expecting Professor Wen to ask her to stay.

After all, this is not bargaining, and you can't achieve your goal by just turning around and taking a few steps.

After returning home, I had to apologize to the professor for wasting his kindness, and I had to explain to him with great effort.

After all, she wasted an opportunity that seemed like a sure thing.

As long as she is willing to give up something.

After rejecting such a professor, does she have any other choice? Will there be other academic bigwigs who will be interested in her experiment? If not, what should she do?
So many complicated emotions were stirring in Su Chaoqi's brain at the same time, giving her a headache.

Just as Su Chaoqi was about to press the elevator button, a faint voice came from behind him: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

This sound was so unexpected and sudden that Su Chaoqi paused for three seconds before turning around in disbelief: "Do you... have any other questions?"

Professor Wen picked up a piece of soybean cake and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly and savoring it.

"Well done," Professor Wen praised, brushing off the crumbs on his hands. "I like it very much."

"Thank you," Su Chaoqi responded subconsciously, "I'm glad you like it."

Did she stop the person just to say this?

Professor Wen waved to Su Chaoqi: "Come and sit down."

Su Chaoqi didn't know what she was up to, but he had to obey the elder's order.

So Su Chaoqi returned to the table and sat down.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Su Chaoqi asked.

Professor Wen looked at Su Chaoqi and said, "I never teach undergraduate students."

Su Chaoqi felt as if she had been struck by an arrow in her heart, and it turned out that all the words she had just said were in vain: "In other words, you will not accept me as your student no matter what."

"Well," Professor Wen nodded, "Undergraduates haven't even finished learning the basic knowledge. Are you going to mess up my experiment by following me?"

So she was just being self-indulgent, right? Was her introduction to traditional Chinese medicine completely useless?
No, it must have worked, otherwise she wouldn't have been stopped when she was about to leave.

But Professor Wen really doesn’t want to accept students... Wait, it’s just that they don’t want to be students, but it doesn’t have to be a teacher-student relationship, right?
Su Chaoqi raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"You can't be a student," Professor Wen shrugged. "As an undergraduate and a businessman, you are the last person I would choose to be a student."

“But when you’re a collaborator, there aren’t so many requirements.”

This sudden turn of events left Su Chaoqi stunned for a while.

Why didn't she think of this solution at the beginning?

Or maybe her mindset was rigid, or maybe it was because of so many years of student life that her subconscious mind regressed to the identity of a student. (End of this chapter)