Most of the national team is here, and they have to hold a small ten-day training camp, which cannot be without organization and management. Lao Shen is at most a consultant role, and he will not take charge of his affairs if he is not in his position. After all, this is Gao Hongbo's team. So.
Before disbanding on Christmas Day, Wang Ai entrusted all this to Zhao Xuri.
In another 7 or 8 years, it will be almost time to retire. The friends who grew up together also have a general plan for retirement life because of their personalities, hobbies, and talents. For example, Wang Ai said in the team that he
After retiring, he settled down to be a country's mascot, the kind of face that flashes across the camera at every major festival. For example, Chen Tao was very envious of rural life. He dreamed of buying a piece of land, building a house, and raising a family.
Raise chickens, ducks, dogs, cats, and fish... Zhou Haibin's ideas are more traditional, or more conservative. He hopes to continue working in football, be a coach, or serve in a club.
Zhao Xuri is very ambitious. His plan is to own a club of his own and to build a team from a young age just like Lao Gao led them. To put it simply, he wants to be the boss, the team leader and the coach...
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Regardless of how many he can achieve in the future, Wang Ai will create training opportunities for him. In the past, the actual captain of the national team was Chen Tao, who was fully responsible for the daily management of the team and implementing the will of the coaching staff. But because Chen Tao longed for a pastoral life, Wang Ai
He never paid attention to these trivial matters, so the power of team management has gradually transferred to the two captains Zhao Xuri and Zhou Haibin.
However, this is the first time that Zhao Xuri has independently presided over team affairs.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ai left the Tubingen Youth Hotel. When he called Huang Xin and learned that she would not arrive home until around six o'clock, he had already made plans. Then he went to the restaurant run by Kugel
After wandering around the sports souvenir store for half an hour, leaving a few photos, I took Liu Liang to a supermarket he was very familiar with back then.
After some shopping, the two of them walked back carrying a lot of things. The weather today was okay, relatively sunny, but very cold. The cold wind blowing from the North Sea carried a lot of water vapor and washed through northern and central Germany.
, all the way to the foot of the Alps, falling with snowflakes as it goes up. After crossing over Switzerland, it hits the Milan region of Italy, where it becomes dry and warm.
"Come and help." When they arrived at home, Wang Ai asked Liu Liang and a guard who stayed behind to help him in the kitchen.
"I'll show you my skills today." Wang Ai was cutting vegetables.
When it got dark, Huang Xin walked to the door with three guards and was surprised to smell the strong fragrance wafting from the room. As a person who often exchanges food experiences with nearby "Chinese neighbors", Huang Xin was immediately attracted by the smell.
You know, this is not one or two delicious things, but a lot of delicious things.
A little surprised and a little anxious, Huang Xin stood at the door and happened to hear someone talking in the living room: "Why haven't you come back yet? Isn't it six o'clock? Then call and ask, it won't taste good any later."
Huang Xin took a deep breath and stepped forward. One of her guards opened the door first: "Sister Huang is back, what are you cooking for?"
The door opened, and the lights of the bright living room suddenly filled the three people in front of the door. Wang Ai, who was only wearing a pair of thermal underwear, had a look of exhaustion and relief after a busy day, but his temper was still out of control: "Come on, come on." Come on, I just gave Director Shen a pot, and this is the last pot!"
"One pot..." Huang Xin shook her head and smiled.
The aroma of food can indeed greatly dilute one's fatigue. Huang Xin put down her small bag, took off her coat, revealed her slim figure, and walked two steps to the dining table. Because there were many people, the dining table was specially moved from the kitchen to the middle of the hall today. The base color is green and white and the main color is black and red. It should be roasted sea cucumber with green onions. The red fish-shaped one with sour taste should be sweet and sour carp. The dark red, bright red, light yellow and emerald green ones are stacked like stir-fried kidneys, and the one is pan-fried. It should obviously be a duck leg? There is also a big one with the lid closed. I don’t know what it is. Next to the main course, there are four vegetarian dishes: steamed cabbage with garlic vermicelli, stir-fried mushrooms with chestnut green beans, mixed cauliflower and white radish with dipping sauce. .
"Is it so grand?" Huang Xin sat down with a smile: "Where is the staple food?"
"Oh, I'll get it right away!" Wang Ai stood up and ran into the kitchen in a gust of wind.
"Dr. Wang said that today is a festival for foreigners and a Chinese way of doing things. We follow the local customs and retain our own characteristics."
"The staple food today is Yangzhou fried rice and fresh meat. Which one do you want?" Wang Ai asked Huang Xin while holding several plates in his hand to distribute.
Huang Xin suddenly became embarrassed. She had been busy all day and had Wang Ai on her mind, so she didn't eat much at noon. Now she was tempted by the aroma of vegetables and became hungry again. So she compromised and said, "I want both." I want to try it and see if your skills have deteriorated over the years since you left Germany?"
There was too much stuffing, but fortunately after being reminded, I only cooked half a pot, which was enough for one person and a small bowl. It was definitely not enough to eat. But I was afraid of being monotonous, so I temporarily prepared Yangzhou fried rice, diced carrots, diced sausages, and shrimps. Eggs are readily available and easy to process.
Wang Ai filled out a few more bowls. He and Huang Xin sat next to each other, with a plate of fried rice between them, each with a small bowl of chaos: "Sister, can you say a few words?"
"Well..." Huang Xin looked at a table of dishes and people, and pondered for a moment: "Is there any dish that has not been opened?"
Several guards who were very close to her laughed, and Wang Ai slapped his head: "I was so busy that I forgot, this is the main course!"
As he spoke, he stood up, rubbed his hands, and opened the bowl of the small pot in the middle. A faint mist rose. Huang Xin took a look and saw clear soup, a few curved scallions, and seven or eight plump green onions. Chicken nuggets.
"Chicken soup." Huang Xin sat down again: "My glutton is hooked. Let me tell you Wang Ai, if it doesn't taste good and it doesn't taste the way I remember, all your efforts today will be in vain."
Wang Ai covered his mouth exaggeratedly, Huang Xin smiled and shook his head and looked at everyone: "Everyone has worked hard. We are thousands of miles away from home and we are alone. Fortunately, we still have each other. Come on, let's eat."
Huang Xin lowered her head and ate a piece of Huan Chaos first. Her mouth was full of delicious flavor, and a long-lost sense of satisfaction came to her heart. Even the coriander leaves in the wonton soup looked delicate and cute.
After everyone had tasted the chicken soup, she stretched out her male spoon and scooped a small spoonful into the small bowl in front of her. After a brief taste, it was the taste of her distant childhood wrapped in the heat. No wonder there was a loud smell on the dinner table just now.
There was a strange sound.
Huang Xin's eyes subconsciously found Wang Ai, only to see him looking at her with a smirk on his face.
