Lin Xiao, an associate researcher at the National Laboratory of Nanomaterials, slipped into a chronicle while debugging the hot press furnace and became a "relative vase" who works in the cafeteria of the Hongxing Machinery Factory - a junior high school graduate, clumsy, and just criticized for breaking into the laboratory without permission. The adoptive parents thought she was embarrassed, Song Yashi, the favorite of the courtyard, smiled at her: "I heard that you stole the test tubes from the laboratory last night?"
She used alkaline noodles and vinegar from the canteen's back kitchen to adjust the pH and fried the entire steamer basket. As the whole hospital watched, the disabled soldier named Shen Huaizhou in the wheelchair handed over half a piece of braised pork: "They don't want you, I want it."
No one knows that she has materials knowledge thirty years ahead of her time. No one even knew that he had been incognito for six years, waiting for someone who could revive the mothballed project.
From the abandoned kiln in the canteen to the Provincial Materials Research Institute, from a piece of broken porcelain to national defense coating materials, she used modern knowledge to reduce the dimensionality to attack the scientific research gaps in the 1980s. And he sat in a wheelchair, copying her experimental records for seven months, blocking all the overt and covert attacks, until one day - he stood up and walked over in front of everyone.
Stupid,,,,,,, speechless