After finishing everything he wanted to say and didn't want to say, he felt awkward and jerky. This was obviously not the conversation method Gao Hongli was used to.
"Ahem."
Gao Hongli turned his head to avoid Gawain's eyes, not daring to look at Gawain's expression. He looked towards the far end of the city road, exhaled heavily, cleared his throat awkwardly, to cover up his discomfort, and added a little sarcastically.
One sentence, but it seems to be more and more obvious.
"And your coaches."
"Normally they don't say it, but they have always cared about you..."
After I finished speaking, I hesitated to speak. I always felt that the words were not finished. I tried to add a few words, but I didn't know what to say, so I just stopped there.
Gao Hongli quickly glanced at Gawain with his peripheral vision, but he didn't have time to see clearly. For fear that Gawain would notice, he immediately changed his gaze and started touching his pocket for no reason. After touching for a long time, nothing came out.
Gao Hongli was very uncomfortable with his silence.
And then.
"We need to speed up a little bit. Your mother should have prepared dinner and is waiting for us. If we are late, both of us will suffer."
The topic change was very abrupt, almost a 180-degree turn, comparable to drifting, and all the warmth was wiped out in an instant. It was a cliff-like conversation; but Gao Hongli couldn't care less, he didn't want to wait for Gao Wen's response.
The response was that such an atmosphere was really not suitable for him and he couldn't imagine it.
Speed up your pace slightly, but not too fast to avoid revealing your panic.
However, after taking a few steps forward, Gao Hongli realized:
Where are people?
Turning his head blankly, Gao Hongli saw that Gao Wen was staying in place and did not move forward. The distance between the two people widened in an instant, and he shouted loudly.
"What's wrong?"
Gawain stood quietly, staring at his father's back——
A little unexpected, a little embarrassing, a little abrupt.
He had to admit that he was just as uncomfortable as Gao Hongli. Such a situation had never happened before. Not only Gao Hongli, he also felt awkward.
However, despite the stiffness, the warmth in my chest began to spread bit by bit, and I seemed to be able to feel the invisible burden on my shoulders lightening a little.
Even though he is clumsy and stiff, he is sincere.
From fans to family members, they are always around him. In this journey of challenging limits and chasing dreams, he is not alone.
This feeling is so good.
A smile gently creeps up to the corner of the mouth, as if the clouds are cleared to see the sun, and it suddenly becomes brighter.
Gao Wen didn't say anything, but faced Gao Hongli's concerned gaze, raised his right hand high and waved, then ran after him.
Running, feeling the gentle breeze blowing on my face, my hair seems to be able to feel the warmth and lightness of the Paris evening sunset, and even my steps become lighter.
Then, Gao Wen caught up with Gao Hongli, but he did not stop, but continued to move forward, ran, turned around, walked backwards, and shouted loudly.
"Dad, hurry up, hurry up, dinner is going to be late."
The setting sun filled the sky, shining warmly through the sycamore trees, sparsely outlining the arc of the corners of Gawain's mouth, filled with happiness and joy.
Just like when I first started playing tennis, I was carrying an equipment bag that was almost equal to my height, carrying two rackets with a clatter, so that my running posture became stumbling, but that figure on the back was full of joy and a cheerful smile.
The sound filled the road home.
In a flash, the little figure overlapped with the figure in front of him, and then Gao Hongli saw the sunlight flowing between his son's eyebrows.
"Dad, follow me quickly."
Gao Hongli came back to his senses, stepped forward, walked, and finally started running along with him. The competitive spirit in his bones began to rise.
I originally thought I was an old man, but when I started to move, I realized that I wasn't that old after all.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
As I ran, the whole world agitated, the brilliant colors gurgled in the strong wind, and the old bones seemed to feel youthful again.
However--
After all, Gawain arrived one step ahead. Even though he prepared two equipment bags and carried a heavy load, the young man was still young and looked very relaxed.
The door of the villa was unlocked. After passing through the front yard and going straight in, you could see Sampras and his party who had just arrived. Jiang Yanyun was wearing an apron and was saying hello. Because of the movement coming from the direction of the door, they all turned around and saw Qi Yanyun.
Gao Hongli caught up from behind, panting.
One or two, they were all stunned.
Jiang Yanyun looked at Gao Hongli with wide eyes, expressing his surprise with his eyes, "What's going on?"
Gao Wen put the equipment bag next to him, took a deep breath, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Mom, sweet and sour pork ribs! My sweet and sour pork ribs!"
"Ah!" Jiang Yanyun only then remembered that the sweet and sour pork ribs were in the pot. He didn't bother to ask what was going on, and turned around and quickly entered the kitchen.
For professional players, there is no doubt about the importance of recipe management, but ordinary people only know one but not the other. This is a professional subject.
First of all, the intake of carbohydrates, protein, fiber, vitamins, etc. needs to be balanced.
Many people believe that professional players cannot eat carbohydrates. This is a wrong idea; the correct diet should be based on the player's physical condition, training requirements, etc. Sometimes it is necessary to supplement carbohydrates, and sometimes it is necessary to completely prohibit it.
This requires planning.
Secondly, in addition to the ingredients, the cooking methods and the use of ingredients are also very particular.
Including salt, sugar and various spices, the intake of these ingredients needs to be properly matched, otherwise it may destroy the body's nutritional balance.
The simplest and most intuitive example is sweet and sour pork ribs.
Can you eat pork ribs? Of course you can.
However, the sauce does not work.
In other words, Gao Wen can eat sweet and sour pork ribs, but he needs to rinse them in boiling water to wash off all the sauce before eating them.
Moreover, even so, Gao Wen cannot eat sweet and sour pork ribs casually:
Firstly, protein intake needs to be arranged appropriately; secondly, sweet and sour pork ribs need to be fried before entering formal cooking, and nutritionists will not recommend eating ribs in this way; thirdly, the consumption of red meat and white meat also needs to be combined. Recently,
Gao Wen is changing his diet and reducing his intake of red meat.
Of course, the so-called "no" does not mean that it is 100% impossible, but requires control, coordination, and planning.
Tonight, occasionally making a small exception is a kind of reward.
Although the sweet and sour pork ribs that Gao Wen ate was not the real sweet and sour pork ribs, tasting it with his nose finally relieved his lovesickness.
call.
Gao Wen stood in the living room, took a deep breath, the sweet and sour air was really satisfying, and then he ran all the way and followed Jiang Yanyun into the kitchen.
In the end, the coaching team and Gao Hongli were left looking at each other.
Sampras looked at Gao Hongli, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "How are you? Is everything okay?"
Gao Hongli's eyebrows stretched, "Very good." Then the corners of his mouth also raised, "You also saw that Gao Wen defeated me very easily."
Pelt frowned slightly, "Isn't this a matter of course?"
Gao Hongli:……
Sampras patted Peart on the shoulder, struggling to hold back his laughter, "Martin, hit someone in the face instead of in the face, be gentle, be gentle."
