Chapter 1309 Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs
He had said everything he wanted to say, but he felt awkward and awkward. This was obviously not the way Gao Hongli was used to talking.
“Ahem.”
Gao Hongli turned his head to avoid Gao Wen's gaze, not daring to look at Gao Wen's expression. He looked towards the far end of the city road, exhaled heavily, cleared his throat awkwardly to hide his discomfort, and added another sentence somewhat embarrassedly, which made his attempt to hide something even more obvious.
“And your coaches.”
"They don't usually say it, but they always care about you..."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had not finished speaking. He tried to add a few sentences, but he did not know what to say, and so he stopped there.
Gao Hongli quickly glanced at Gao Wen out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to see clearly. Fearing that Gao Wen would find out, he immediately shifted his gaze and began to feel his pockets for no reason. After searching for a long time, he didn't feel anything. Gao Hongli was very uncomfortable with such silence.
And then.
"We need to hurry up a bit. Your mom should have prepared dinner and be waiting for us. If we're late, it will be bad for both of us."
The topic change was very abrupt, a 180-degree turn, comparable to drifting, which wiped out all the warmth in an instant, and could be described as a cliff-like conversation; but Gao Hongli could not care less, he did not want to wait for Gao Wen's response, that kind of atmosphere was really not suitable for him, he dared not imagine it.
He quickened his pace slightly, but not too fast to avoid revealing his panic.
However, after walking a few steps forward, Gao Hongli realized: where are the people?
Turning his head blankly, Gao Hongli saw Gao Wen staying where he was and not moving forward. The distance between the two men widened in an instant, and he shouted loudly.
"What's wrong?"
Gao Wen stood there quietly, watching his father's back.
A little bit unexpected, a little bit awkward, a little bit abrupt.
He had to admit that he was just as uncomfortable as Gao Hongli. This kind of situation had never happened before, and not only Gao Hongli, he also felt uncomfortable.
However, despite the awkwardness, the warmth in my chest gradually spread out, and I seemed to be able to feel the invisible burden on my shoulders being lightened a little.
Although clumsy and stiff, it is full of sincerity.
From fans to family, they are always around him. In this journey of challenging his limits and pursuing his dreams, he is not alone.
This feeling is so good.
A smile gently climbed up the corners of his mouth, like the sun shining through the clouds, making him feel suddenly enlightened.
Gao Wen did not say much, but met Gao Hongli's concerned gaze, raised his right hand high and waved it, then trotted after him.
Running, feeling the gentle breeze on your face, your hair seems to be able to feel the warmth and lightness of the evening sunset in Paris, and even your steps become lighter.
Then, Gao Wen caught up with Gao Hongli, but he did not stop. Instead, he continued to move forward. While running, he turned around and walked backwards, shouting loudly.
"Dad, hurry up, it's going to be late for dinner."
The setting sun filled the sky, shining warmly through the sycamore trees, sparsely outlining the curve of Gao Wen's mouth, overflowing with happiness and joy.
It was just like when I first started playing tennis. I was carrying an equipment bag that was almost as tall as me, and moving two rackets with great effort. My running posture became unsteady, but my back was full of joy, and my hearty laughter filled the road home.
In a flash, the little figure overlapped with the figure in front of him, and then Gao Hongli saw the sunshine flowing between his son's eyebrows.
"Dad, hurry up and catch up."
Gao Hongli came back to his senses, took a step forward, walked, and finally started running along with them. The competitive spirit in his bones began to rise.
I originally thought that I was just an old man, but when I really started moving, I found that I wasn’t that old.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
As I ran, the whole world became excited, and the colorful splendor flowed in the wind. It seemed that my old bones felt youthful again.
However--
Gawain finally arrived one step ahead. Even though he was carrying two equipment bags and was heavily loaded, young people are young and looked very relaxed.
The gate of the villa was not locked. Walking through the front yard and straight into the door, one could see Sampras and his group who had just arrived. Jiang Yanyun, wearing an apron, was greeting them. Because of the noise coming from the direction of the door, everyone turned around and saw Gao Hongli chasing them breathlessly from behind.
One by one, they were all dumbfounded.
Jiang Yanyun stared at Gao Hongli with eyes wide open, expressing surprise with his eyes, "What's going on?"
Gao Wen, however, put his equipment bag aside, took a deep breath, and a smile blossomed on his face. "Mom, sweet and sour pork ribs! My sweet and sour pork ribs!"
"Ah!" Jiang Yanyun just remembered at this moment that the sweet and sour pork ribs were in the pot. Without bothering to ask what happened, he turned around and quickly walked into the kitchen.
For professional players, the importance of diet management is unquestionable, but ordinary people only know one side of it and not the other. This is a professional discipline.
First of all, the intake of carbohydrates, protein, fiber, vitamins, etc. needs to be balanced.
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Many people believe that professional players cannot eat carbohydrates, which is a wrong concept; the correct diet should be based on the player's physical condition, training requirements, etc. Sometimes carbohydrates need to be supplemented, and sometimes they need to be completely banned. This requires planning.
Secondly, in addition to the ingredients, the cooking method and the use of ingredients are also very particular.
Including salt, sugar and various spices, the intake of these ingredients needs to be reasonably matched, otherwise it may disrupt the nutritional balance of the body.
The simplest and most intuitive example is sweet and sour spare ribs.
Spare ribs, can you eat them? Of course you can.
But the same cannot be said for the sauce.
In other words, Gao Wen can eat sweet and sour spareribs, but he needs to rinse them in boiling water to wash off all the sauce before eating.
Moreover, even so, Gao Wen cannot eat sweet and sour spare ribs casually: first, the protein intake needs to be arranged reasonably; second, the sweet and sour spare ribs need to be fried before being formally cooked, and nutritionists do not recommend eating spare ribs in this way; third, the consumption of red meat and white meat also needs to be combined. Recently, Gao Wen is changing his diet structure and reducing his red meat intake.
Of course, the so-called "no" does not mean it is 100% impossible, but it needs to be controlled and matched, and everything needs to be planned.
Tonight, making a small exception once in a while can be considered a reward.
Although the sweet and sour pork ribs that Gao Wen ate were not real sweet and sour pork ribs, tasting them with his nose now finally helped to ease the pain of missing him.
call.
Gao Wen stood in the living room and took a deep breath. The sour and sweet air was really satisfying. Then he trotted along and followed Jiang Yanyun into the kitchen.
In the end, the coaching team and Gao Hongli were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
Sampras looked at Gao Hongli, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How is it? Is everything okay?"
Gao Hongli's eyebrows relaxed, "Very good." Then the corners of his mouth rose, "You also saw that Gao Wen defeated me very easily."
Pelt frowned slightly, "Isn't this a matter of course?"
Gao Hongli: ...
Sampras patted Pelt on the shoulder, trying hard to hold back his laughter. "Martin, don't hit people in the face. Be gentle, be gentle."
(End of this chapter)