The villains are holding hands, shaking their hands

Mr. Song doesn't go out and doesn't have much need for a phone. He shook his head, "I don't want it, I'm just curious. I haven't seen anyone else using it, and there's nothing on the market."

This was already an obvious cliche, and there was a lot of room for Tang Zhi to answer it any way he wanted.

Tang Zhi tapped his fingers twice on his leg and said with a smile: "I have a few partners who specialize in scientific research. This is a product they developed."

Among her mission rewards, there are also research institutes and scientific researchers, as well as multiple research materials. She should find an opportunity to get them.

With the backing of the research institute, the things she took out had more reasonable reasons.This also prevents people from always misunderstanding me and thinking that I am running some kind of underground organization, which is embarrassing.

"It's amazing. It's the only one in our country." Mr. Song's appreciation came from the bottom of his heart. "Can it be mass-produced? Is the cost high?"

"It is temporarily unable to mass-produce, the cost is too high, the infrastructure is not perfect, and it cannot meet the requirements for mass production." As we all know, a phone is a phone and a signal is a signal. They must be available.

"Then you have to work hard, don't worry, don't give up, you will be able to do it one day." Mr. Song encouraged.

The spirit of the older generation is to never give up. No matter what difficulties they face, they must grit their teeth and overcome them.

"Yes." Song Yanxun is also doing similar research. With some of the information she provided, the day when the results will be produced will not be too far away.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Tang Zhi looked at his watch, stood up and said, "Grandpa, wait for me for a while, and I'll go get the tea."

"it is good."

Tang Zhi walked around outside and walked in with two large bags of things, not only tea but also wine.

"Grandpa, Zhizhi, I'm back." At this time, Song Yanxun came back, carrying a lot of things in big and small bags.

"Zhizhi, what are you doing?" Song Yanxun looked at Tang Zhi, who had the same style as him, with confusion on his face.

"I was sent something to go with your delicious food." Tang Zhi shook the thing in his hand.

"Wine?" Song Yanxun guessed it immediately, "Little drunkard."

The old man shouted at this time: "What are you two doing standing at the door? Aren't you tired with so many things?"

The two came over, one sat in the living room and the other went to the kitchen.

Tang Zhi took out the tea leaves and wine, picked up the teapot and said, "Let me make a pot of tea for the old man."

"Okay, I'll also try Zhizhi's craftsmanship."

Zhizhi, Zhizhi, Tang Zhi always felt that these people were calling little mice.

Tang Zhi took the teapot to the kitchen and saw Song Yanxun had put on an apron and was cleaning several large eggplants.

"Why are you here?" Song Yanxun heard the voice, raised his head and asked with a smile.

Tang Zhi shook the teapot in his hand and said, "Make a pot of tea for the old man. He showed me how good his tea is, and I said I have better ones."

Song Yanxun smiled and wanted to take the teapot, "I'll go to the bar. You go in and sit and wait."

"No need." Tang Zhi said no need. She had some experience in making tea, mainly because she learned everything quickly. After seeing people demonstrate it a few times, she learned it decently.

The Song family doesn't have that many professional tea sets, so she might consider giving the old man a set, which will definitely please him.After a while, Tang Zhi walked back to the living room carrying the teapot, followed by Song Yanxun in an apron.

"It's still early. Let's have some tea before going to work."

Mr. Song looked at the pot of tea, sniffed it with his nose, and said in surprise: "Ginseng tea? It has a very strong ginseng flavor."

"The old man is amazing. He knows what kind of tea it is as soon as he smells it. I admire him." Tang Zhi said coaxingly.

The old man laughed, "You are naughty."

I poured three cups of tea. The flavors of ginseng and tea were extremely strong, intertwining with each other to form another flavor.The old man narrowed his eyes comfortably. He was already a little drunk even before he drank the tea.

Tang Zhi didn't feel that much. It wasn't her first time drinking this tea. She picked up the cup and took a sip. She said softly: "This tea is a bit tonic. It's best for me to drink a cup every three days."

The old man slowly put down the cup, still immersed in the fragrance of tea. Hearing this, he waved his hand, "Don't waste it like this. It's a blessing to have a cup every month."

Tang Zhi pushed the tea box aside and said, "There are about two kilograms of tea here, which is enough for you to drink for a long time. There is no need to save."

She also brewed this tea for her family, but no one wanted to drink it, even her father didn't like it, so she couldn't force anyone to drink it.

So no matter how good the thing is, it must be given to the people who like it, otherwise it will be in vain.

"Two kilograms? That's too much!" The old man's eyes widened. They all say that things are more valuable when they are rare. Some things are not valuable because they are rare, but because these good things are indeed rare.

"You drink it. If there is any good tea in the future, I will bring it to you."

"Okay, okay, Zhizhi, I recognize you as my granddaughter-in-law. If Yan Xun dares to make you angry in the future, you will tell grandpa. Grandpa will kick him out of the house and recognize you as my grandson-in-law." Mr. Song was happy, It started to float on my mouth.

Song Yanxun said coldly to the teapot aside: "Without me as your grandson, where would you get your grandson's wife?"

After Song Yanxun finished speaking, he pointed to the tea and wine on the table, and said in a very exaggerated manner: "This is all for my sake, my girlfriend, my future wife, mine, do you understand?"

Mr. Song didn't have a walking stick, otherwise he would have to swing it with a stick, "Go, go, what nonsense are you talking about? What are you doing sitting here? Hurry up and cook!"

After driving Song Yanxun away, Mr. Song drank another half cup of tea and asked in a serious tone: "Zhizhi, you are just this year, do you have any thoughts on marriage?"

"I will graduate from college in four years, and then I will consider marriage after graduation." These are her thoughts on marriage at this stage.

The old man was a little disappointed, but not surprised, but he still said what he wanted to say, "I heard that the marriage policy will change in the second half of the year. Lesbians must be 20 years old before they can get married."

Tang Zhi was not surprised by this. Although she could not determine the year, she also knew that this policy was issued in the past few years.Although this bloody novel she wears is fictional, some of it can still be consistent with history.

"This policy is very good. If you get married too early, both men and women will be immature." Some people get married in ignorance. They are still children, and their lives are in a mess.

When Mr. Song heard this, he gave up his thoughts of persuasion. Having said this, what else could he say.

"That's fine, if we get along for a longer time, the relationship will be deeper. When the time comes, marriage will be a matter of course." The old man was also a person of the scene, so he immediately changed his explanation.

Tang Zhi nodded seriously, she also agreed with this statement.

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