It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

"I won't be abandoned," Su Chaoqi said firmly, "The Chinese...Yanhuang people will not abandon anyone."

Compared to her blind trust, Mo Jinhui certainly seemed much more rational: "We will further investigate the truth, and we will not easily draw conclusions before that."

Yes... She can't let her emotions get the better of her. She is no longer a Blue Star person. After all, she can only look back at the past across the long river of time, but she can never go back to the past.

Su Chaoqi closed his eyes: "You are right."

Mo Jinhui didn't notice Su Chaoqi's emotions. He enlarged the picture and said, "This picture should be a totem of the people at that time. If we can complete this totem, we may know which organization is driving this instrument."

Su Chaoqi subconsciously reached out to complete the pattern.

Four small pointed corners facing one large pointed corner is a pattern that any kindergarten child could draw in the previous life.

But in the end, Su Chaoqi put his hand down and searched on his own brain: "Take a look, is this it?"

Mo Jinhui looked over, enlarged the incomplete pattern in his hand, and compared it. His emotions instantly became excited: "Yes, this is it! Chao Qi, how did you come up with this idea? This totem only has the piece between the big star and the small star left."

"It's just my intuition," Su Chaoqi shook his head. He didn't think he was that good. "It's the fact that you didn't think of it that's even more surprising to me."

Mo Jinhui argued: "We haven't figured out the meaning of this totem yet. After all, this period of history is too long ago."

Su Chaoqi said directly: "That is the national flag."

The establishment of Yanhuang Star was not so smooth. There were several regime changes and naturally wars. A lot of historical materials were scattered in the war. The national flag changed again and again and finally evolved into its current appearance.

Therefore, it is normal not to recognize it.

Su Chaoqi's tone was so unquestionable that Mo Jinhui could only smile awkwardly and could not say anything to refute.

Su Chaoqi knew that the topic could not continue, so she decisively changed the subject: "I brought some food that I made myself for you, come and try it."

She took out a lunch box that was larger than the one she gave to the professor, placed it on the table, and opened the lid.

What she brought from Mo Jinhui was not only vegetarian dishes, but also braised eggs, braised chicken feet, braised duck feet, braised chicken and duck wings, braised offal, etc., and gloves were thoughtfully provided for easy handling.

Of course, wine is indispensable for braised food. Su Chaoqi also took out two bottles of fruit wine. Although the alcohol content was not high, it did contain alcohol.

Mo Jinhui smiled bitterly and said, "Schoolmate, I'm a little scared when I see your attitude."

The bigger the gift, the more important the favor she wanted. Mo Jinhui was really afraid that he would not be able to fulfill her request.

"I made them all myself," Su Chaoqi chuckled, "There's no need to feel any psychological burden, just give it a try."

"I know your cooking skills," Mo Jinhui put on gloves and carefully picked up an egg, "If you had a chef's certificate, the people who asked you to cook would have to go around Yanhuang Star several times."

Su Chaoqi showed a look of obvious disgust: "Who wants to be a chef?"

Not only will she not take the chef qualification exam, she will also try to destroy her job at the Chefs Association.

"It's delicious," Mo Jinhui praised, "So Chaoqi, what do you want me to do for you?"

Su Chaoqi looked at Mo Jinhui while gnawing on the chicken feet: "I want to publish some of the previous translations."

Mo Jinhui's chewing slowed down.

He sighed: "I knew you would give me difficult questions, but I didn't expect you to give me such a difficult question."

"I know it's not easy." Su Chaoqi understood him. She had also learned about the requirements and procedures for publishing. "So, whatever price your mentor wants, we can talk about it."

To sum up: She is not qualified to publish now.

If she wanted to publish a literary work she wrote, even if the quality was very average, as long as they could afford it, there would be publishers willing to take her job. After all, there has been a lot of trash literature from ancient times to the present. For example, the movie that Su Chaoqi had watched before, Su Chaoqi thought it could be classified as trash.

But if she wanted to do something academic-related, the publishing house would not dare to take it on casually.

If there are mistakes in her academic work, the reputation of the publishing house will be implicated. The publishing house will be criticized for daring to publish anyone's work and not fearing misleading students.

Therefore, academic works require publishers to have corresponding qualifications, so that the publisher can be cleared of responsibility.

However, Su Chaoqi had no qualifications at all.

Therefore, the only way for her to publish is to find someone to endorse her and certify that her work is correct, and only then will the publishing house consider publishing it.

But then again, each publishing house has a limited workload each year, and the number of books published is capped. You can't ask people to work overtime without sleep. This also means that everyone's publishing opportunities are limited. The endorser helped Su Chaoqi publish, so he had fewer opportunities to publish himself.

What could Su Chaoqi do? He could only attack with money and interests.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. Mo Jinhui pondered for a while: "Have you ever thought about changing your major?"

"No," Su Chaoqi rejected it immediately, "The biology department is pretty good, I haven't considered changing my major."

If she wanted to study history, she should have chosen it when choosing her major. Why did she wait until now to change her major?

Okay, Mo Jinhui took a step back: "What about the double major?"

"nor."

Studying a double major will delay a lot of her work. She might as well use that time to do more of what she wants to do.

Mo Jinhui looked at her helplessly. She didn't want this or that. What could he do?

Su Chaoqi put forward his own idea: "I don't need to be the first author, as long as the book can be published."

Mo Jinhui frowned: "Are you asking my tutor to cheat?"

The difference and gap between the first author and the second author is huge, and the second author only plays a supporting role.

Su Chaoqi certainly wouldn't say that. She raised her glass to Mo Jinhui and said, "After all, I'm not a professional, so there must be a lot of mistakes in the translation. Your tutor helped me correct the errors, so you deserve to be the first author."

"Do you believe this?" Mo Jinhui looked at her. "I've read your translation. I think it's basically up to the standard for publication. My tutor won't be able to modify too many parts. He won't agree to this."

"But I really need to be able to publish it," Su Chaoqi looked at Mo Jinhui sincerely, "Perhaps you can give me a solution?"

Mo Jinhui was silent. What else could he do? He had the contact information of many publishing houses, but he was not so shameless as to ask them to publish for Su Chaoqi.

"I can only help you contact my tutor," Mo Jinhui said, "and see if he is willing."

"Okay," Su Chaoqi gestured, "Thank you."

As things needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later, Mo Jinhui immediately walked into the room and began to contact his mentor, Professor Liu.

After a moment, he came out with a strange expression: "The instructor neither agreed nor refused."

"In that case, there is room for negotiation," Su Chaoqi stood up. "Thank you for helping me make the connection. Can I talk to your mentor right now?"

Mo Jinhui secretly admired her initiative: "You are too anxious. The instructor is on vacation now. How about waiting for him to return from vacation?"

Su Chaoqi knew that they had just finished their archaeological work and were still recuperating.

"How long do I have to wait for the holiday to be over?" Su Chaoqi hesitated for a moment and made up his mind. "I will stew a pot of chicken soup for the professor tomorrow and add some medicinal herbs to replenish vitality."

Mo Jinhui had a headache and could only say, "Okay, then I'll ask the instructor."

"No need to ask," a voice came from Mo Jinhui's computer, "I'm listening, silly boy, you didn't hang up the phone."

It was a good thing for Su Chaoqi that he didn't hang up. She immediately walked up to Mo Jinhui and said to his optical computer external device: "Professor, I really need your support and help. I wonder what time would be a good time for me to meet you tomorrow."

"I can tell you really need it," Professor Liu sighed, "How about this, let Jinhui take you to my dormitory at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

Su Chaoqi curled his lips and watched Mo Jinhui hang up the phone.

"Satisfied?" Mo Jinhui looked at Su Chaoqi who was determined to win, and couldn't help but remind her, "The possibility of the instructor agreeing is not high."

"I know," Su Chaoqi nodded, "but he is still willing to give me this opportunity."

"He must be very curious about your research," said Mo Jinhui. "He asked me why you need to publish it now?"

He was so confused by Su Chaoqi's request that he forgot to ask the reason. Now that he thinks about it, Su Chaoqi's request was very sudden, and there must be a reason behind it.

It’s not that Su Chaoqi didn’t want to explain, but she was tired of saying it now and again tomorrow. Besides, she still lacked some persuasiveness on her own, so she had to go back and make some preparations.

If we can get Professor Wen to come forward, the possibility of negotiating this matter will be greatly increased.

"You'll know tomorrow," so she tilted her head and smiled at Mo Jinhui, "Oh, by the way, what time will you pick me up tomorrow?"

Mo Jinhui calculated the time: "Let's meet at the school gate at 9:30. The instructor is living in the school dormitory now, so there's no need to rush."

The dormitory of the First Military Academy is only about ten minutes away from the main gate of the First Military Academy, so the departure time at 9:30 is just right.

Su Chaoqi had no objection to this schedule, so he said goodbye and went back to prepare the chicken soup he would bring tomorrow.

Since she said she wanted to put some herbs in there, she had to go back and see how much of them she had in her collection. After all, many herbs need years to grow, so she collected wild herbs, snatching them from the mouths of the pharmacy department. (End of this chapter)