Lao Tan spent the next ten days doing nothing but cheering for his son.
My son's team is also on track, having passed all the teams in the first five days and successfully entered the quarterfinals.
Then comes the knockout round, where the eight teams are divided into four groups and fight in pairs.
My son's team won the first leg and reached the semi-finals.
Then eliminate the opponent again and enter the finals.
The final was very hard, with two overtimes in a row, and we lost by two points in the end.
After the son came off the court, he lay on his father and cried. He cried very sadly and unwillingly. He said that if he scored the last three-pointer, he would win and he would be the champion.
Lao Tan comforted his son, saying that you are good and the best!
The ten-day competition was over. Lao Tan obtained the coach's permission to celebrate his hometown team as a landlord, and to save face for his son, he hosted a banquet for the entire team at Qiao Shan's private restaurant that night.
The next day the team played together, and Lao Tan was not eligible to participate, so he asked his son if he needed money to buy anything. The son said that his mother gave him two hundred pocket coins when he came, and he only bought a bottle of drink at the hotel, and there was still one bottle left.
One hundred and ninety-five, no need.
Lao Tan still gave his son 500 yuan and told him to buy whatever he saw. It would also be a souvenir when he took it back. This reminded his son, and he immediately listed several people who wanted to buy gifts for him and asked Lao Tan to help with the consultation.
What should I buy?
Lao Tan said that the silk in Suzhou is good, and he can buy scarves, scarves and other things for his mother, Aunt Yingzi, Ruoxi, Aunt Li, Yanhua Godmother, etc., while his classmates can buy pen holders, bamboo slips and other small items.
Finally, he said: "You can go ahead and buy it. Silk Street has everything. They all sell souvenirs and the prices are not expensive."
"What do you want? Dad." the son asked.
"Dad, I don't want it anymore," Lao Tan said.
"It's better to buy you something. I can't buy it for you if I buy it for them all," the son said with a smile.
"Brat."
"I can't give it to you after I buy it. We will fly home at night and arrive home at midnight. I will give it to you when you get home."
"good!"
After sending his son away, Lao Tan felt empty.
To be honest, this is the longest time he has spent with his son in these years.
In addition to cheering for my son these days, I also record every wonderful moment of my son on the court with my mobile phone. Every day when I go back to the courtyard, after eating, I take out my mobile phone and look through it, and I feel moved when I look through it.
What moved me was not the handsomeness, bravery and fearlessness of the son in the photo, but the fact that my son who didn’t know when he had grown up was so good.
He has hardly taken care of his son since he was a child. The so-called management means making money, giving money, making money again, giving money again. There is nothing else, and he can't think of anything else.
My son is fifteen, and the total time I have spent with my son for fifteen years is less than two years, which is embarrassing to say.
Deep in his heart he felt unspeakable guilt for his son.
My son is very good and sensible, which is heartbreaking.
Yaru personally brought Zhao Min for an interview today, and Zhao Min seemed a little nervous.
Yaru said: "Don't be nervous. The ratio of noodles to water is fixed. Just remember when to add salt and when to add oil and lecithin. Just watch me adjust it."
Yaru operated it skillfully and explained while operating it.
"When you go out to get noodles, remember to turn on the insurance, just in case." Yaru said.
"Yeah." Zhao Min nodded, and then took out the mixed dough.
Yaru asked Zhao Min to put the dough at the entrance of the dough press, then pointed at the two solid steel wheels inside and said: "Look, the gap is adjusted, there is no need to adjust it again. Be careful when rolling the strips."
Pay attention to safety, no matter how the dough gets stuck, you cannot open the safety cover and stuff it in with your hands, this is a rule, remember it."
"Yeah, remember."
"Noodle presses are the most prone to accidents." Speaking of this, Yaru subconsciously looked at Zhao Min's hair. Seeing that Zhao Min's hair was neatly tied into a hat, she said with confidence: "The hair must be tied into a hat.
Otherwise, when you are working, your waist will be lowered and your hair will go in with your face. If it is light, two strands of hair will fall out, and if it is heavy, the headband will be taken off."
A bloody scene of a scalp being taken off appeared in front of Zhao Min's eyes, and he couldn't help but touch his head to see if the hat was still there.
"Let me tell you, no matter it's a dough mixer or a dough press, as long as you don't operate it illegally, nothing will happen. Just be afraid of illegal operation, remember that," Yaru said.
"Remember it."
Yaru pressed the switch of the dough roller, and the two rollers made a low sound similar to that of a road roller, with a heavy sound, giving people a feeling of relief and danger, just like what people often say is a feeling of both happiness and pain.
Yaru slipped the reconciled noodles out for the first time and asked Zhao Min to do it the second time.
Zhao Min carefully slipped it once and felt that it was fine. After sliding it for the third time, it became smoother.
Next, Yaru asked Zhao Min to operate independently while she watched from the side.
Zhao Min made no mistakes from pouring the noodles, adding water, salt, oil, and egg yolk until the noodles were mixed together, which made Yaru very happy. The next step was to use the noodle machine to slide the noodles very well and did it well.
"The prepared noodles cannot be left outside for too long. They must be packaged and sealed immediately. Have you mastered plastic sealing?" Yaru asked.
"Yes." Zhao Min replied.
"As long as you know how, take these two pieces of noodles and seal them in plastic, a bag of ten kilograms each."
Zhao Min went to pack the noodles into plastic bags, while Yaru walked to the stuffing mixing room and met Lao Tan who had just come in.
Lao Tan came to see Zhao Min. He didn't have time to come over with his son a few days ago. After his son left, he remembered what he promised Yaru and came over.
Zhao Min's first impression of Lao Tan was almost the same as his first impression of Yaru. Lao Tan also felt that the child was lame. If he wasn't lame, he would definitely be a good boy and he would have no problem finding a good family.
Zhao Min was still a little nervous in front of Lao Tan. After coming to Ah Qiao for half a month, she kept hearing colleagues talk about the bald boss. She also knew that it was the boss who decided to recruit disabled people like her, and she felt grateful from the bottom of her heart.
Lao Tan asked her if she was used to working here and if she liked working here. She said she was used to it and liked working here. Lao Tan then asked if she liked making pasta? She glanced at Yaru and said she did.
"Do you have any salary requirements?" Lao Tan asked.
"No, the salary is already pretty good." Zhao Min said.
"Where's your accommodation? You should get used to it."
"I'm used to it. It's a much better place than when I was working in other places. Our house has a washing machine and internet, and we can also take a shower."
"Oh, if you think it's good, just work here and learn from the master."
After Zhao Min left, Yaru complained that Lao Tan's expression was too serious when he spoke, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.
"You can scare the children like that." Yaru said.
"Haven't I always been like this?" Lao Tan said and smiled.
"Okay, don't laugh. It's scarier to laugh." Yaru laughed instead of letting Lao Tan laugh, and then asked, "What do you think of this kid?"
"Except for the foot problem, everything is fine."
"I'm talking about whether I can accept her as my apprentice. Didn't I never take her as my apprentice?"
"Didn't you say you would observe me for a month? It's only been half a month, why are you so anxious?"
"Don't I ask you to help me take a look?"
"It's okay, I think it's pretty good."
Yaru was very dissatisfied with Lao Tan's words, including his attitude, and said angrily: "What do you mean by OK? Still think it's pretty good? It's pretty good. You say it? I don't know yet. It's pretty good."
Okay, I won’t ask you anymore, I’ve accepted this apprentice.”