We are all reborn, who will be your control group?

"What are you doing here?" Old Zhao leaned against the door, looking unhappy. He then glared at Wen Qin who was cowering like a quail beside Ming Xia.

Wen Qin looked at the sky and the earth, but didn't look at Lao Zhao.

Elder Qiu looked at Old Zhao with a smile: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, why is your temper still so bad? I heard that our comrade Wen Qin is studying under you, I'm really worried that she will be bullied by you."

Old Zhao almost jumped up and cursed, "Bullshit, I didn't know her husband was your soldier, that's really bad luck."

Seeing that the two sides were about to butt heads like fighting cocks, Jie Mingxia said calmly, "Are you still going to eat or not?"

Old Zhao immediately changed his focus: "Didn't you say your father wanted to see me? Him?"

Wen Qin felt aggrieved: "I was talking about my parents, not my father."

"His last name is Qiu and yours is Wen. What kind of parents are you?"

"I am Jie Mingxia's parent. Why am I not considered Wen Qin's parent?"

The two started arguing again, so Xie Mingxia simply pulled Wen Qin out, then called the other two guys and asked the waiter to open a new table next door.

Wen Qin was still somewhat worried: "Is there going to be a fight?"

"Don't worry, no one will be killed in a fight." Xie Mingxia said nonchalantly while ordering food.

"Did you know that they already knew each other?" Wen Qin asked.

"I know, but I didn't know it was in this way." Xie Mingxia urged her to order.

Wen Qin took a look at the so-called menu.

Today's menus are not so fancy, they are just a piece of paper with the names and prices of the dishes handwritten on it.

Hot pot restaurants are much less fancy, just hot pot with vegetables. Wen Qin absentmindedly ordered a few ingredients, thinking about the two old men over there.

Xie Mingxia and the two young men were eating hard.

Although the allowances and benefits are not bad, the opportunity to eat meat to one's heart's content is still a rare opportunity.

Wen Qin used her chopsticks to stir the sesame sauce, but she had no appetite at all. As a result, they finished the whole pot, and when Xie Mingxia was eager to try another meal, the door opened.

Old Zhao stood at the door and glared at Wen Qin: "What are you looking at? Why aren't you leaving?"

Wen Qin quickly said "oh" and followed Lao Zhao downstairs.

It was only when she reached the door that she realized why she was following Lao Zhao since she didn't have class today.

But everyone had gotten off the bus, so it was not easy to turn back. I could only stand there with Lao Zhao and wait for the bus.

Wen Qin wanted to ask several times, but was glared back by Lao Zhao every time, so she had to shut up.

After many twists and turns back to school, Wen Qin followed Lao Zhao for a long time before she realized that they had arrived at the teachers' dormitory area.

Wen Qin suddenly realized that this was her first time at Lao Zhao's house.

Old Zhao’s house is not big. As the residence of a single middle-aged man, it is both clean and messy.

It is clean because you can see it has been cleaned very well, and it is messy because it is filled with all kinds of books and models.

Not only did Lao Zhao not think there was anything wrong, he was even polite and said, "Find a place to sit. I won't greet you."

Wen Qin looked around the door and felt it was a bit difficult for her to step foot, let alone sit.

Old Zhao magically moved among the books as fast as the wind, without even stopping, and disappeared into the living room in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qin slowly moved himself in the gap, fearing that he might accidentally bump into something and break his report books and models into pieces.

When she finally moved to the only stool, she saw Lao Zhao coming out with the mouse she bought in his hand.

"I've been wondering what this material is? Is it plastic? It looks a bit like plastic, but after we tested it, we felt it wasn't. Plastic is not so resistant to high temperatures."

"It should be, plastic, right?" Wen Qin was stunned by the question. This should be the field of materials science, right?

"Do you know the results of the microcomputer developed on the West Coast?" Lao Zhao suddenly changed the subject.

"Hmm?" Wen Qin had already read the entire history of computer development, and a lot of content quickly came to her mind, but she didn't know what Lao Zhao was referring to.

"You said before that you wanted to contribute to the development of microcomputers in the country. Are you just talking or are you serious?"

Wen Qin blinked: "Of course I'm serious."

If the system didn't allow it, she would have moved the computer from later generations here.

Old Zhao tapped the table with one finger. Wen Qin saw the books on the table shaking and was worried that they would fall over. However, it was obvious that these books had been tested over time and had a delicate balance, so they did not fall over.

When Old Zhao saw Wen Qin's dreamlike state, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Are you listening to me?"

Wen Qin quickly came back to her senses: "I'm listening."

Lao Zhao handed the mouse to Wen Qin and said, "We made this thing ourselves."

Wen Qin thought of the pile of books she had copied: "I can always do it in the future."

“How can we make it quickly?”

Wen Qin looked into Lao Zhao's eyes and hesitated for a moment.

Wen Qin looked very disappointed when she returned home at night. Jie Mingxia did not ask her about the result, but gave her a jar.

Wen Qin opened it and saw that it was actually the sesame sauce from the hot pot restaurant.

"Where did it come from?" Wen Qin felt a little better and asked curiously.

"I saw you liked this today, so I bought it from the store."

"There are also chives." Xie Mingxia said as he took out another jar.

Wen Qin found it a little funny: "This stuff can't be kept for a long time, what do you do with so much of it?"

Because of Jie Mingxia's jokes, Wen Qin seemed to be in a better mood. She thought of ways to make delicious food every day, went to see Mr. He, and even brought food to Mr. Zhao as usual.

Everything seemed normal to her, but Xie Mingxia knew that Wen Qin seemed to have made a big decision.

At the end of August, when school was about to start, Wen Qin told Jie Mingxia that they should go to Mr. He's house together to see Qi Hong off.

The first batch of international students will head to the West Coast next week.

When we arrived at Mr. He's house, we found that the messy courtyard had been tidied up and two tables were put in it.

Not many people were invited, including the residents of the courtyard, and then Mr. Zhao and his wife Wen Qin.

Only then did Wen Qin realize that there were more than a dozen people living in this small courtyard.

The woman who always made a fire in the yard had three children and an old man. There were six people living in that house.

The door opposite her is a little better, with five as well.

Including the three 8-person tables, there were quite a lot of people sitting there.

Qi Hong and Yan Mengjuan only know how to cook home-cooked meals, so they asked Wen Qin to come and help with cooking early on.

Qi Hong and Yan Mengjuan were squatting there with the aunt washing vegetables. When they saw Wen Qin coming, they hurried over to greet them.

Qi Hong wiped her hands on her apron twice, unable to hide the smile on her face: "Qinqin is here? See if there is anything else you need to buy. You tell me and I'll go right away."