In Chen Daojun's original memory, the traditional cultural dispute between China and the Han Kingdom can be said to have risen again and again.

From Li Zizhu making kimchi and being besieged by netizens in the cold country, to being questioned by the media in the cold country when people in Guangdong made ginseng chicken soup, Chen Daojun understood that the end of the universe is not Badaling, nor is it a civil servant, but a cold country!

Even the Spring Festival, which is celebrated every year, is the most important festival of the year, and it is also targeted by the cold country.

Some netizens from the cold country said on the Internet that the Lunar New Year is from the cold country and originates from the cold country, and Huaxia stole their Spring Festival.

For such remarks, some foreign netizens couldn't stand it anymore, and they popularized science for netizens in the cold country.

Everyone mentioned that in the cold country, except for some stupid trolls, no one would say that the Chinese New Year originated in the cold country.

Fortunately, it is still the old Zheng (Spring Festival) in 1996, and the five permanent members of the network have not yet had a chance to show their true strength.

On this day, the country has a 3-day holiday.

But the day before, when Chen Daojun drove to Mao Xianmin's house for dinner, he passed through the street and found that almost 80% of the restaurants were "listed and closed".

Chen Daojun thought about it carefully, it should be the same as the Spring Festival in China, many outsiders can work in H City until Chinese New Year's Eve, because the land area of the cold country is small, so they only need to be one day in advance to ensure that they can go home.

Recalling the scene of thousands of troops returning home before Chinese New Year's Eve, Chen Daojun couldn't help but wonder, it seems that the custom of going home for the festival and having a reunion dinner is the same no matter where you are.

Before the car arrived at the door, Chen Daojun vaguely saw a slim figure through the foggy window.

As soon as he got out of the car, Chen Daojun saw a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, who was not Mao Xianmin!

"Oba, it's been five minutes out of time." Mao Xianmin smiled sweetly at Daojun.

She deliberately kept a very fashionable medium-length hair today, with a mid-section and a slight curl turned out, which looked fashionable and generous.

Chen Daojun looked up and down, worthy of being a sister-in-law, who was very good at temperament.

Mao Xianmin is wearing a long white down jacket today, with a slender waist, but the slightly down jacket looks particularly slim on her

Mao Xianmin seemed to have waited for a while, his little hands like jade onions were red from the cold, and he couldn't help but put his hands to his mouth to warm up.

Chen Daojun felt so cute that he couldn't help but part her little hands, and couldn't help but stuff them into the waist pockets on both sides of his side.

"I turned on the heating in the car all the way, and the clothes are so warm to help you warm up."

He didn't think about it, it was a bit like Mao Xianmin hugging him, but he felt a faint sweet fragrance in his nose, but he couldn't say what the specific taste was.

Chen Daojun rarely looks at her so closely, compared with Kim Hee-sun's charm, Mao Xianmin is a different kind of youth.

Mao Xianmin was stunned, Chen Daojun was indeed warm in his pocket, but this posture was too ambiguous, she had never been so close to a boy.

Her big watery eyes flickered twice, she blushed, lowered her head, and said in a very soft voice: "Oba, I'm not that cold, they're still waiting for us..."

When she said this, she turned her face slightly, because the breath of the tip of Chen Daojun's nose was spit on her face, making her feel strange.

Chen Daojun sighed, indeed, whether it is as a junior or a guest, it is inappropriate to let the host wait for a long time.

The two separated, Mao Xianmin took the first step to the front, and when she arrived at the gate, she pressed the gate: "Oba, my family has hired a security guard, I will explain to him now, next time you come over and say hello directly!" ”

When Mao Xianmin beckoned the security guard to come out to recognize people, Chen Daojun was also woken up.

Even Mao Zhicheng knows that he has to hire security guards, he has always been a Kim Sung-chul, and sometimes he even acts alone.

I think that in the family, the eldest and the old woman are all buying murderous mud trucks to kill people.

It seems that he is really going to develop his security forces.

Otherwise, if you have a life to earn money and no life to spend, you will become someone else's salaryman.

"Okay, the security guard said he recognized you, let's go!"

Mao Xianmin clapped his hands to signal that the door had been opened, and asked Dojun to continue to follow her inside.

When they arrived at the villa, it was Mao Xianna who opened the door for them.

Chen Daojun was taken aback at first.

I haven't seen her for 8 years, and the former Mao Xianna has changed a lot, and she has a pair of beautiful eyes with childishness and long eyelashes on her face, like two crystal grapes.

Coupled with a long V-neck black and white knit, it has a youthful and invincible feeling.

Although the appearance changes a lot, what does not change is the personality.

Mao Xianna still loves to blush so much, and in the past few days when she went home, she learned that Yanzu Oba's real name is Chen Daojun, and her father relied on him to help her get out of trouble, and her sister often talked about him, which made Mao Xianna have a lot of curiosity.

When she saw the real person, she found that Chen Daojun had long eyebrows like willows and her body was like a jade tree, and when she welcomed people in, she couldn't help but peek a few more times.

It's so handsome, more handsome than the characters in the comics!

The two-dimensional otaku Hyuna seems to have a deer jumping in her heart.

There are a lot of little stars in my eyes.

Mao Zhicheng, who came from the kitchen, put on an apron and looked like a chef.

"Hello, uncle!" Chen Daojun bowed politely, and the etiquette that should be there must be is indispensable.

"Daojun is here, right, sit down, feel free, just think it's in your own home, you two go to the kitchen and bring the rest of the dishes!"

Mao Zhicheng had already prepared all the dishes, greeted his daughter, and pulled Chen Daojun to sit at the dinner table.

Different from the last time, this time Mao Zhicheng's home has been carefully arranged, with a strong New Year's flavor.

One thing to say, the president of the newspaper personally cooked and made a table of dishes, and the taste was okay.

Mao Zhicheng is also a very talkative person, and the two began to talk about each other.

mentioned the recent situation of the newspaper, Mao Zhicheng's eyebrows danced.

"Daojun, this time the Ocean Newspaper was arrested because of the president Yan Zaixun and other cadres, the group of dragons has no leader, the stock price has plunged, and the stock price of our Xiancheng Daily has continued to rise and fall, and it is not far from becoming the leader of the private newspaper!"

"Yes, uncle, what are your plans for the development of the newspaper in the future?" Chen Daojun lost no time in knocking on the side, wanting to understand Mao Zhicheng's thoughts.

When it comes to the future development of the newspaper, Mao Zhicheng is full of ambition.

"The newspaper is the focus of our newspaper's work, and for the development of the newspaper, I will make some innovations and improvements to the newspaper, improve the previous deficiencies, and ...... in the newspaper news writing, typesetting, proofreading."

Perhaps it was an original intention, when it came to the development of the newspaper, Mao Zhicheng gushed endlessly.

After listening, Chen Daojun felt that his direction was still a little biased, and pointed out the problem.

"Although the circulation of newspapers is very important, which reflects a kind of market share, have you ever thought that there is a limit to the number of newspapers that people can buy every day?"

Mao Zhicheng was a little strange: "But now the daily purchase volume of Xiancheng Times is less than 3 million copies, which is far from the limit, isn't it?" ”

Chen Daojun knew that this was the limitation of a journalist's thinking, he couldn't help but point to a piece of beef on the table and asked: "Although we like to eat beef, this is just an option after all, no one can eat beef every day, there are many people who may eat it today and change it to other flavors tomorrow." ”

"I know, but if the people were newspapers, now he can only learn about the day's news through the Times!"

Mao Zhicheng still didn't understand.

Chen Daojun was helpless, and told him about the development and growth of the newspaper in later generations.

"Newspapers are paper media, and with the development of the Internet and new media, the market share of paper media will gradually shrink."