A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Old Wang remained silent and served Jiang Xia a bowl of noodles.

"Hey! Good brothers for life. You knew I was hungry, so you waited for me here!" The noodles seemed to have been cooked for a while; the surface was clumped together, but the noodles underneath were still distinct and even a little curved.

It looks familiar! Although it's a bit dark, it still smells quite good.

black?

Well, it's not surprising. Adding random things to flour these days is standard practice.

Otherwise, where do those two-in-one or three-in-one noodles come from? They are made by using wheat flour as a base and then adding cornmeal or corn flour.

Furthermore, the flour nowadays isn't white, it's grayish...

However, Jiang Xia couldn't care less about that now. He took two chopsticks from the winnowing basket next to him and picked up...

(⊙o⊙)...

What's the point of picking it up? The noodles broke as soon as the chopsticks touched them. The broken edges were even yellow. Was it undercooked?

"Although I'm not picky, you might as well cook me into noodle fish..."

Jiang Xia picked at the food a few more times with her chopsticks, but still couldn't pick it up, so she just drank it. Honestly, it wasn't very tasty. It wasn't that Jiang Xia had gotten arrogant and started being picky about food.

However, the difference in appearance and taste is really unpleasant.

This bowl of noodles was a bit like instant noodles that had been soaked in warm water overnight in later generations; a sensation of eating foam welled up on Jiang Xia's tongue.

"Old Wang, what are you doing?"

Old Wang nodded with a stern face.

"Damn it, are you mute?"

Old Wang wore a bitter expression, and just as he was about to force a smile, he seemed to sense something was wrong and immediately changed his expression back.

Jiang Xia scratched his head. Huh? Why is Old Wang hiding behind the food serving window the whole time?

"Hey, Jiang, don't make things difficult for him, otherwise it'll be difficult for me. If Director Wang spills it, I'll be the one cleaning up! They've added several new hygiene rules to the kitchen lately..."

"I have two eggs here. Wait a minute, I'll make you a soft-boiled one!"

Next to the food serving window, Nan Yi showed half his face and greeted Jiang Xia. However, he still had a stern face, and his eyes clearly showed signs of tears.

Spit it out?

Jiang Xia suppressed a laugh, picked up his rice bowl, and walked in a big circle to the back kitchen.

Looking up, wow, there were quite a lot of people!

They were all good young men from the security department, but these young men, who usually had smiling faces when they saw Jiangxia, all had bitter expressions, and their usually straight backs had unconsciously slumped.

"Is this a get-together? This is what you eat for a get-together? Your cooking skills are terrible! Do you want me to teach you how to make a big, mixed stew in an iron pot?"

"Hehehe..." The crowd chuckled lightly, but the laughter was more like crying...

Jiang Xia waved his hand, "Hey, what's cooking in this pot? It's all black..."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Xia finally realized what was happening. He looked at the noodles in his bowl and tentatively asked:

"Old Wang, are you working on that self-heating food project?"

Old Wang nodded slightly.

"Are you making the instant noodles I told you to make? Using the oil in this pot... what kind of oil is this? It's all black but smells pretty good..."

This time, Master Nan Yi nodded: "Yes, it's made with this cottonseed oil. It was delivered from Quancheng last time, two big buckets full. It was initially placed under the flour sacks, and we only discovered it after we finished moving the flour..."

"Oh! Cottonseed oil, it smells quite nice..."

"So, you're all clutching your stomachs, did you eat all the failed experiments?"

Seeing the awkwardness of everyone in front of him, Little Dumb Hair bluntly revealed the truth.

"Hiccup..." Standing in front, Liu Hongjun covered his mouth and hiccuped, secretly holding up three fingers to Jiang Xia.

Oh, does that mean he ate three big bowls?

"Hey! What do you guys mean? I bought this flour myself to do experiments, and you're not happy that I'm treating you to it for free?"

Old Wang ran his hand down his chest and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, section chief, if I told you this is even worse than the frozen potatoes I eat up north, would you be angry?"

"Frozen potatoes are just bad for your teeth, but this stuff of yours is going to kill you!"

"Hehe, Director, I think if you keep making us eat this, when we get there and are cremated at the crematorium, people might think the chefs there are grilling meat. The flavor will all be marinated in!"

Upon seeing Jiangxia arrive, the young men felt they had found a backer and kept teasing Old Wang.

Seeing Lao Wang's face turn red, Jiang Xia felt a little sorry for him and picked up Lao Wang's experimental records to take a look.

Hey, Old Wang really takes this seriously.

The parameters inside were all meticulously recorded, including the approximate amount of cornmeal mixed into the flour, the number of times it was kneaded, and the resting time.

Let's check the oil temperature. It recorded temperatures below 100 degrees Celsius, but those above 100 degrees Celsius...

Oh, that must be the measuring range of a mercury thermometer; there's no way to remember it if you want to.

Jiang Xia gave Lao Wang a thumbs up: "Comrade Wang Kui, you've done a good job learning! Standard laboratory recording techniques! You've really put your heart into learning!"

Upon hearing this, the chuckles from the side immediately ceased.

Old Wang grinned: "That's right, I've been with you for so long, I should at least learn a skill!"

"Alright, now that you've learned one trick, let's learn the whole thing. Let's compare the data and see where you went wrong!"

Jiang Xia added another ladle of noodle soup to the bowl to dilute the saltiness slightly, and then drank the lump of porridge.

"Come here, why is this dough clumping together? Let's start by analyzing the proportions..."

Well, it was supposed to be an analysis, but it really turned into a talk show by Master Nan Yi, since he's a professional.

"I think……"

"Alright! Do you all agree? Nodding? Then let's write this down and move on to the next item..."

"Look at the temperature parameters recorded by Comrade Wang Kui. Do you have any comments on this part?"

The handsome young men all raised their hands, "I have! I ate this one fried at 30 degrees Celsius, no way! It's still raw!"

"I ate the one that was 40 degrees Celsius, but it still didn't work..."

Seeing how easily Jiang Xia had stirred up the emotions of the comrades present, Lao Wang couldn't help but smile like an aunt.

It feels so good to have someone backing you up!

……

Just as Jiang Xia was demonstrating the basic experimental techniques to the handsome young men in the security department, Jin Zhen from 701 clumsily completed the program input.

"Alright, as Jiang Gong said, we'll transfer the program into the computer after the tape is burned."

After waiting for the green light on the tape drive to finish flashing, Jinzhen was about to press Enter, but he hesitated for a moment.

Zheng, the director of Bureau 701, asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did you discover something?"

Unexpectedly, Jin Zhen shook her head, then stood up and stepped aside: "It should be fine, but Engineer Jiang said that happy things should be shared with comrades. Otherwise, um..."

As she spoke, Jin Zhen looked at the comrades gathered around her.

"Why don't you all press it down together!"

The bureau chief was filled with mixed emotions, looking at the troubled youth he had personally recruited: "You've grown up..."

Even her colleagues looked at Jinzhen with much gentler eyes.

"Enough with the nonsense! Are you trying to put on a speech like Jiang Xia did while he was fixing machines?" Sunglasses Baoqiang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, puffing out white smoke, and gave the crowd a disdainful look.

Then, without thinking, he slammed the Enter key down.

"Men just want to be satisfied!"