Zhao Han held his chin and listened to Tong Jun's plan.

"If you had a sum of money to help you run a micro-comic business, what would you spend it?"

The middle-aged uncle smiled and threw out a question.

Tong Jun was stunned: "Money? Uh, this ...... I haven't thought about it yet. ”

Today, Zhao Han is wearing a very ordinary one, a dense windbreaker, a dark gray T-shirt inside, and a pair of jeans with a somewhat rough style. Touching the pocket of his clothes, not touching the business card, Zhao Han asked Tong Jun for a piece of paper, wrote down his mailbox with a brush, and handed it to this young writer with a dream.

"Give you 100,000, how are you going to spend it? Give you a million, how are you going to spend it? Give you five million, how are you going to spend it? Make a few proposals and send them to this mailbox. Also, I'm sorry today, Da Mao, I have to bring it back to Gong Jiang first, and you need to contact him yourself when you go back. It's a good thing, young man, to work hard and have dreams! ”

Before leaving, Zhao Han left a few words and left the Tong family with Wenyang and Lemon.

Xia Wei blinked his eyes, and inexplicably turned his head to glance at Tong Jun: "This is the meaning of angel investment?" ”

Looking at the closed door, Tong Jun scratched his head, twisted his brows and thought for a while, and suddenly opened a big smile: "Whatever, it's not necessarily a bad thing?" Come, let's plan how to push this micro-comic if you have money! ”

Two young heads leaned together under the novel's lamp and began to discuss the details in earnest.

Hearing the news that Zhang Mingyue and Lemon's mother and son were home, Gong Jiang, who had been stationed in the laboratory for many days, hurried home.

After talking to Gong Jiang on the phone, he learned that his husky was temporarily fostered by a friend, so Zhao Han took the dog back to Gong's house by the way, and Zhang Mingyue had already returned home in his wife Dong Qiu's car.

Home, soon arrived.

Lemon thanked Zhao Han very politely, and took Wen Yang upstairs.

"Mom, Dad! Open the door, I'll bring Da Mao back! ”

Lemon shouted happily at the door with a loud voice.

Gong Jiang pulled the door with one hand and Zhang Mingyue with the other, and the couple greeted the door very sweetly and gave Wenyang and Lemon a big hug.

"Come on in, it's a little cold outside."

Zhang Mingyue pulled her husband away and let a baby and a dog into the house.

As soon as you enter the house, you will be greeted by the warm aroma of pickled and fresh.

Pickled Du Xian, is simmered out of cured meat, fresh meat and bamboo shoots over low heat, stewed and bitten a bite of crispy meat, gnaw a piece of crispy tender bamboo shoots, and then drink a mouthful of delicious soup boiled in white, that is called a comfortable.

This dish, Wenyang, who grew up in the north, has never eaten it, but after coming to the Gong family, he tasted it by Zhang Mingyue's hands, but he didn't expect to eat it once and never forget the taste.

Don't meet again, Zhang Mingyue's good craftsmanship is going to shine again.

Wen Yang took a deep breath, and looked at Gong Jiang who returned to the sofa after opening the door with a smile, watching the news with his mobile phone, and the back of Zhang Mingyue, who was busy in the kitchen, and Lemon, who was changing slippers at the door, suddenly felt so down-to-earth and proper.

walked to the kitchen and rubbed Zhang Mingyue's leg affectionately, then ran to Lemon's side and squeezed around twice, and finally jumped on the sofa lightly, grabbed Gong Jiang's hand, and asked him to lower the phone to watch it together, Wen Yang lowered his body and lay down, rested his head on Gong Jiang's lap and lazily watched the news.

"Where did you learn it, and you still know how to watch the news with Tong Jun?"

Wen Yang snorted, which was a response. Gong Jiang smiled and rubbed his husky's head, if you want to see it, let's watch it together.

After browsing the major events of the family and the country, a few home-cooked dishes that pickled Duxian and Zhang Mingyue were also ready, and the family happily ate dinner around the table, Wenyang got the approval to go directly to the table, squatted on the chair and devoured it.

After sucking and drinking the broth that the lemon was put into his bowl, and then taking a bite of the steamed fish belly meat with the big thorns removed, Wen Yang listened to Gong Jiang start to talk about the UKV virus vaccine experiment.

Zhang Mingyue was used to seeing a bunch of medical terms that often bubbled out when her husband spoke, and after listening patiently, she grabbed the key point and asked:

"So when are we going to get vaccinated?"

Gong Jiang kept a smile on his face, basically solved the vaccine matter, and his wife and children, who he hadn't seen for a long time, came back, and these two things were together, which made him feel very good.

"The principle is that the sooner the better," Gong Jiang held the chopsticks and picked up the vegetables, and said with a smile, "But you have just come back, you may be more tired, first rest for two days to adjust the state, after the vaccine, people will be a little weaker, not in a good state, easy to have a fever." ”

Zhang Mingyue nodded, and asked again: "We are the first batch of officially vaccinated, what about the others, the common people?" ”

"It takes time for the vaccine to be produced, the first batch can only take care of so many people, and the later ones will be distributed in batches to large, medium and small hospitals, and after a while, our community will receive a notice from the neighborhood committee that everyone will go to the hospital for free vaccination, and the elderly and children are preferred. Oh, this time Song Hanzhong did a great thing! ”

Gong Jiang sighed.

"Dad, don't just say that Uncle Song is good, you also participated in the research and development of the vaccine, it's really amazing."

The lemon man had a sweet mouth, sandwiched a full of chopsticks and put it in his father's bowl, and actively patted the fart, "Dad, you have worked hard, eat more vegetables to make up for it!" ”

A sycophant was delivered, Gong Jiang smiled even more, and was just about to eat the food sent by his son with chopsticks, when he suddenly glanced at Lemon suspiciously: "Did you do something bad?" ”

The lemon head shook like a rattle.

"How can it be, I'm so good, I don't believe you ask your mother!"

Gong Jiang simply put down his chopsticks, what kind of temperament does his son have, when Lao Tzu knows best, the better this kid has a good attitude, the more it means that there is a problem: "Huh? ”

With a piece of meat in his mouth, Wen Yang looked at the confrontation between the father and son with great interest, okay, Lemon retreated.

Lemon lowered her head, squeezed out a layer of round and jade double chin, and confessed pitifully: "I've gained two pounds again...... Don't blame me, Uncle Zhao is too enthusiastic, every time he eats, he asks me to eat more, then I have to eat more......"

A piece of Wenyang's meat almost didn't squirt out.

Hahaha lemon, this kid is getting funnier and funny!

During the time when he lived in Tong's house, Tong Jun was busy with micro-comics every day, Wenyang didn't even take a bath once, and when he got home, he finally jumped into the bathtub and soaked for half an hour, came out to dry his hair, and slept on the lemon soft quilt every night, which felt so refreshing.

Zhang Mingyue and Lemon responded to Gong Jiang's call to "rest and adjust their state", went to bed early and got up early every day at home, ate fruits, and did light exercises.