Match point

Chapter 1309 Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs
After finishing what he wanted to say and what he didn't want to say, he felt a burst of embarrassment and awkwardness. This was obviously not the way Gao Hongli was used to talking.

"Cough cough."

Gao Hongli turned his head to avoid Gao Wen's gaze, not daring to look at Gao Wen's expression, looked towards the far end of the city road, let out a heavy breath, cleared his throat awkwardly, to cover up his unaccustomed, and added embarrassingly One sentence, but it seems more and more self-deprecating.

"And your coaches."

"They don't usually talk about it, but they have always cared about you..."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated to speak, always felt that the words were not finished, tried to add a few sentences, but didn't know what to say, and then stopped there.

Gao Hongli quickly glanced at Gao Wen from the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to see it clearly. He was afraid that Gao Wen would find out, so he immediately averted his eyes, and started to fumble for no reason. He didn't find anything after fumbling for a long time. The quietness made Gao Hongli very uncomfortable.

And then.

"We need to speed up a little bit. Your mother should have prepared dinner and wait for us. If we are late, both of us will suffer."

The topic change was very blunt, it was like a sharp 180-degree turn, comparable to a drift, and all that warmth was wiped out in an instant, which can be called a cliff-like conversation; but Gao Hongli couldn't care less, he didn't want to wait for Gao Wen's response, that way The atmosphere here is really not suitable for him, I dare not imagine.

Quicken your pace a little, but not too fast, lest you give away your panic.

However, after walking a few steps forward, Gao Hongli realized:
What about people?

Turning his head in a daze, Gao Hongli saw that Gao Wen stayed where he was and didn't move on. The distance between the two of them was separated in a blink of an eye, and he shouted.

"what happened?"

Gao Wen stood quietly on the spot, watching his father's back——

A little unexpected, a little awkward, a little abrupt.

He had to admit that he was just as uncomfortable as Gao Hongli, this kind of situation had never happened before, not only Gao Hongli, but he also felt awkward.

However, despite the jerkyness, the warmth in his chest gradually spread, as if he could feel the invisible burden on his shoulders lighten a little.

Although clumsy, although blunt, it is full of sincerity.

From fans to family members, they are always around him. In this journey of challenging the limit and chasing dreams, he is not alone.

It feels so good.

A smile gently climbed up to the corner of his mouth, as if seeing the sun through the clouds, he suddenly became enlightened.

Gao Wen didn't say much, but met Gao Hongli's concerned gaze, raised his right hand high and waved it, and then ran after him at a trot.

Running, feeling the gentle breeze on the face, hair seems to be able to feel the warmth and lightness of the sunset in Paris in the evening, and even the steps are also light.

Then, Gao Wen caught up with Gao Hongli like this, but he didn't stop, but continued to move forward, ran, turned around and walked backwards, shouting loudly.

"Dad, hurry up, hurry up, dinner is going to be late."

The setting sun was all over the sky, and it fell warmly through the sycamore trees, sparsely outlining the curvature of the corners of Gao Wen's mouth, brimming with happiness and joy.

Just like when I just started tennis, I was carrying an equipment bag that was almost as tall as myself, and I was carrying two rackets, so that my running posture became staggering, but that back was full of joy, a hearty smile The sound paved the way home.

In a flash, that little figure overlapped with the figure in front of him, and then Gao Hongli saw the sunlight flowing between his son's eyebrows.

"Dad, hurry up and follow."

Gao Hongli came back to his senses, stepped forward, walked, and finally ran along with him, and the competitive heart in his bones began to rise.

I thought I was already an old bone, but when I really moved, I realized that I didn't seem to be that old.

Tapping.

Tapping.

Running and running, the whole world is stirred up, the radiant splendor is flowing in the strong wind, the old bones seem to feel the youth again.

however--

After all, Gao Wen arrived one step ahead. Even though he was carrying two equipment bags and carrying heavy loads, young people were still young and looked very relaxed.

The gate of the villa is not locked. Walk through the front yard and go straight in. You can see Sampras and his party who just arrived. Panting, Gao Hongli chased up from behind.

One or two, all dumbfounded.

Jiang Yanyun stared at Gao Hongli with wide eyes, expressing his astonishment, "What's going on?"

Gao Wen put the equipment bag aside, took a deep breath, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, "Mom, sweet and sour pork ribs! My sweet and sour pork ribs!"

"Ah!" Jiang Yanyun remembered at this moment that the sweet and sour pork ribs were in the pot, and he didn't bother to ask what was going on, so he turned around and walked quickly into the kitchen.

For professional players, there is no doubt about the importance of recipe management, but ordinary people only know one thing and don't know the other. This is a professional discipline.

First of all, the intake of carbohydrates, protein, fiber, vitamins, etc., needs to be balanced.

Many people think that professional players can’t eat carbohydrates, which is a wrong idea; the correct diet should be based on the player’s physical condition, training requirements, etc., sometimes supplementing carbohydrates, sometimes completely prohibiting them, 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 properly matched, otherwise it may destroy the nutritional balance of the body.

The simplest and most intuitive example is sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ribs, can I eat them?of course can.

However, sauces are not.

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.

Moreover, even so, Gao Wen can't just eat sweet and sour pork casually:
Firstly, the protein intake needs to be arranged reasonably; secondly, sweet and sour pork ribs need to be deep-fried before entering the formal cooking, and nutritionists would not recommend eating ribs in this way; thirdly, red meat and white meat also need to be eaten in combination. Gawain is changing his diet to reduce his red meat intake.

Of course, the so-called "no" is not [-]% absolutely impossible, but that it needs to be controlled, coordinated, and everything needs to be planned.

Tonight, occasionally making a small exception is also a reward.

Even though the sweet and sour pork ribs that Gao Wen ate were not real sweet and sour pork ribs, tasting it with his nose now finally eased the pain of lovesickness.

call.

Gao Wen stood in the living room, took a deep breath, the sweet and sour air was really satisfying, and then he trotted all the way into the kitchen with Jiang Yanyun.

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 asked, "How is it? Is everything okay?"

Gao Hongli's brows stretched out, "Very good." Then the corners of his mouth rose, "You can also see 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, holding back his smile very hard, "Martin, hit people not in the face, be gentle, be gentle."

(End of this chapter)