Chapter 568: Dumpling Aroma, Warm Feelings

Chen Mo led the team, focusing on the coordinated optimization of avionics and weapon loading systems. They repeatedly sent weapon loading and release commands, tested command response latency, checked for minor stutters in the transmission channel, and optimized the command transmission algorithm multiple times.

"Test again, pay attention to record the latency data." Chen Mo stared at the parameters on the screen, his tone rigorous, "We must ensure command transmission is precise and smooth; during the test flight, there can be no mistake."

A technician immediately operated the console, sent the command, the latency data on the screen kept fluctuating, finally stabilizing at 0.0018 seconds, meeting the requirement.

Chen Mo let out a breath of relief, a faint smile appearing on his face:

"Good, continue testing, simulate several more conditions to ensure stable parameters."

Lin Zhengcheng shuttled between the various posts, at times checking Chen Mo's team's test data, at times asking Lin Qinhua about the progress of the coating test, at times going to Xiao Zhang's side to check the reinforcement of the navigation system's interface.

He carefully checked each set of parameters, patiently guided everyone in troubleshooting, and when questions arose, he discussed them with the team to find the optimal solution.

"Qinhua, under the high-temperature simulation, how is the control of the coating's reflectivity fluctuation amplitude?"

Lin Zhengcheng walked to Lin Qinhua's side, his gaze falling on the detector's screen.

Lin Qinhua raised her head, a hint of relief on her face:

"Older brother Lin, I have optimized the compensation parameters three times; now with the temperature raised to 520°C, the reflectivity is stable at 0.012 square meters, the fluctuation amplitude is within the standard range, and I have inspected the coating on the entire fuselage, finding no microscopic damage—only a spot on the tail where, due to the high-temperature simulation, there is an extremely slight change in luster that does not affect stealth performance, but I still plan to rework it to be absolutely sure."

"Well done," Lin Zhengcheng nodded, "Details determine success or failure; even the slightest change cannot be taken lightly—rework it, and we'll feel more at ease."

"Okay, I'll finish here and then go handle the tail's coating."

Lin Qinhua nodded, once again focusing her attention on the screen, her fingertips still flying over the keyboard.

As noon approached, Lin Shengli and Zheng Juan arrived at the workshop as scheduled; Zheng Juan carried two insulated buckets, one holding hot ginger tea and steamed buns, the other holding pre-prepared dumpling filling and rolled-out dumpling wrappers.

"Kids, take a break, come over for a snack, rest a bit then get back to work!" Zheng Juan laughed as she put the insulated buckets on the makeshift table, handing out ginger tea to everyone, "Qinhua said she'd treat everyone to dumplings; I and Xiaoran prepared them early, later we'll wrap dumplings together, after eating we'll continue working, which will also keep us energized."

Everyone stopped work, gathered around, sipping warm ginger tea, and their fatigue instantly lessened considerably.

Zhang Xiaoran also came running over, still holding a few plates, a gentle smile on her face:

"The filling I prepared with Auntie uses fresh shrimp and clean washed chives; everyone wrapping dumplings together will also be lively."

Lin Zhengcheng looked at Zhang Xiaoran, his eyes full of tenderness, stepped forward, and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her shoulders:

"You've worked hard, having to start so early." Zhang Xiaoran shook her head, smiling, "Not at all; I'm happy to help you."

Everyone sat around the table, wrapping dumplings while chatting about work details, the atmosphere relaxed and warm.

Zheng Juan and Zhang Xiaoran were in charge of rolling wrappers and mixing filling, while Lin Zhengcheng, Chen Mo, Lin Qinhua, Xiao Zhang, and others handled the wrapping; although everyone's skill varied—some made plump, round dumplings, some made crooked ones, some even leaked filling—each person wore a smile, laughter and chatter filled the workshop, dispelling the days of tension and fatigue.

"Chen Mo, your dumplings are too ugly, plus they're leaking filling; they'll surely fall apart when boiled."

Lin Qinhua looked at Chen Mo's dumplings, couldn't help laughing, her tone teasing. Chen Mo scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, and said:

"I don't want to either; I rarely wrap dumplings, so being able to wrap them at all is not bad—certainly better than Xiao Zhang's, which is a sight too horrible to behold."

Xiao Zhang immediately retorted:

"This is my first time wrapping dumplings; being able to do this well is already good, definitely better than you—at least mine don't leak filling!"