Chapter 277： Chicken soup skin jelly

He Xiufang came to Shanghai with her coach and teammates as well as her father He Zhong.

He Zhong is an honest farmer, nervous and serious, serious and deep, deep and melancholy, melancholy and stubborn.

He and He Xiufang went out on the same day in Shanghai, but went out one day earlier.

Seeing the exit, carrying a snakeskin bag, his uneasy smoking father, He Xiufang burst into tears ...

The last time I saw my father was when she was training in the team, it was the time when she was most worried about her fate.

This time, seeing my father again, she is already a medal winner in the national competition. Although it is only a bronze medal, although it is only a national track and field championship, she can stay in the team. The biggest crisis has been lifted.

And father, it seems like this since childhood.

"Did you still have a green car? Didn't you buy a high-speed rail ticket?" He Xiufang felt that she was the most native in the team, but when she stood by her father, she found that she was far away from her native land.

In his hometown dialect, He Zhong said vaguely: "How much is the difference? I give it back."

"The high-speed train arrived in a few hours, and everyone in the house went out to work on the high-speed train ..." He Xiufang's voice also consciously restored some of the local accents.

He Zhong's disdain said: "They love to make them, I don't sit."

"Uncle He." The coach only shook hands at this time. He was a teenager younger than He Zhong and often talked on the phone.

He Zhong saw the coach and put on a thick smile on his face again, and said, "I'm giving you trouble again."

"Look what you said ..."

He Zhong held the coach's hand tightly and said, "If it wasn't for the girl who took the medal this time, I would be embarrassed to see you. In order to train him, you have been delaying for several years, and your results are not good, fart. It is useless, and the country's money is wasted. "

The coach couldn't keep up. He Xiufang took the bronze medal from his neck and handed it to his father, and said, "Dad, look at my medal."

"Ok! Ok!" He Zhong held the medal with one hand and touched it, but it was the bag on his shoulder tightly, and said, "Let's go first. I'm carrying things, stay and watch."

"Dad, you said you're looking for a kitchen. I rented a house for you ..." He Xiufang paused and said quickly: "Not too expensive. The cheap house I rent is now called short rent."

"Just have a kitchen." He Zhong did not curse at this time.

He Xiufang froze and said, "It's in the kitchen, and it's also in the kitchen."

"You can rent for a few days, right?"

"You can live for a few days if you want." He Xiufang has a salary in the track and field team, although not much, but usually there is no overhead, eating and drinking Lasa has a team in charge, but saved a little money. However, she was reluctant to let her rent a house in Shanghai, but she was willing to rent a house to her father.

He Zhong nodded: "On the line, let's hurry up."

Taking a bus all the way to the short-term rental house, He Xiufang knew why his father had a kitchen house and why he had to rush over.

He Zhong was a wild vegetable with a snakeskin bag.

"Dad, you bring so many amaranths ... you just bring a little, so bring a little better." He Xiufang grabbed a handful of wild vegetables, but there was a warmth in her heart. When she was young, there were no vegetables to eat. The most common food now.

He Zhong said with a "hum", "Who brought it for you, I will bring it to you, the coach, and the doctors will have a bite. You can taste two. Go, buy a chicken."

"You want to make chicken soup skin jelly?" He Xiufang knew it at the first hearing.

In the old home, frozen chicken soup skin is considered a big dish. It is made by chopping amaranth into powder, mixing it into flour, cooking it into a paste, freezing it, cutting it into small pieces, and pouring chicken soup.

It seems to be a very special snack, but if you think about it, it is nothing more than an enhanced version of Fan Zhongyan's porridge, and the pickles in Fan Zhongyan's porridge are replaced by wild vegetables.

Adding chicken soup is something that has only happened in recent years.

He Xiufang said in distress: "Dad, people don't eat this now."

"It's a matter of others to eat or not, and it's our thing to not do or not." He Zhong waved his hand and got busy, only when He Xiufang went out, he glanced at her ankle secretly.

"He Xiufang's Achilles tendon is in good condition. The team doctor said it was fully recovered before we let her play." The coach knew He Zhong's personality and explained it specifically.

He Zhong was unwilling to admit it, humming twice, and said, "People in the revolution know that minor injuries can't go down the line of fire, my girl, coquettish."

The coach can only laugh. Eighty kilograms of He Xiufang, how hard it has been to recover in the past few months, and how difficult it is to rehearse, he couldn't explain to He Zhong one by one.

The next day.

He Xiufang and others came to the Bone Joint and Sports Medicine Center for examination.

He Xiufang was deliberately pulled out and made a series of reviews.

The leaders of the track and field team looked at this scene cheerfully, with relief. At present, the city ’s track and field team ’s funding is relatively sufficient, just to see how it is used, such as targeted medical examinations that prove effective medical treatment, and they are willing to pay.

Ling Ran only appeared in the afternoon, got the inspection report, and watched it carefully.

"Look now, it's completely recovered." Ling Ran looked at He Xiufang and said, "How are you feeling now?"

"Okay, I can't use it all." He Xiufang tried to show his courage of 80 kg.

Ling Ran swaggered. He didn't ask that, but it didn't hurt him.

Ling Ran went through a physical examination, even if the re-examination was completed.

He Xiufang's situation was already clear. The simple Achilles tendon was not completely broken, and it was sutured and healed. Then there was no problem. Healing was not good. Training is not enough, let alone to participate in the game so fast.

Ji Tianlu and other Ling Ran finished their inspections and took the film curiously.

He is a true expert of bone and joints. He is one of the strongest in the art of joint replacement in China. Now watching the film, he is amazed to see it.

"It's all good." Ji Tianlu said with a voice, only three or four months of work, according to the normal level of Achilles tendon repair, whether the training can be said.

The leader of the track and field team still believes in the chief physician Ji Tianlu. At this time, listening to his diagnosis, he was happy: "It's all right, all right, the veteran returns, and there is another general."

In the city's track and field team, winning national medals is a first-line player, not only will not retire, but will also be entrusted with a heavy task. Of course, if you can't prove yourself, the second-tier players will retire when they reach the age, and there is no reason to say.

He Zhong took out a large stack of aluminum alloy lunch boxes from his backpack while everyone was happy, and said with a smile, "Leaders, doctors, I am He Xiufang's father. Come here and do something. Our local special snacks ~ www.novelhall.com ~ to give you a taste, thank you for taking care of my family Xiufang for many years, and thank the doctor for the surgery ...

As he said, he took out the thermos again and said, "The skinny jelly is in the lunch box, the chicken broth is in the bottle, and the skinny jelly in chicken soup is our special way of eating ..."

He Xiufang was happy, but was suddenly attacked by his father. It was not easy to persuade, it was hard to say, and he was extremely nervous for a while.

The leader of the track and field team is not the first time to encounter such a scene. The leading deputy director smiled suddenly and said, "The old man sent a thousand miles of special food, then we will try, He Xiufang, you also sit down Everybody tastes, everybody tastes, the doctors also sit down, sharpen the woodworkers, let's eat and drink, and then check. By the way, can you eat in this office? "

Of course, the clinic is not suitable for eating, but in the current situation, Ji Tianlu will only act according to the rules unless his head is swollen with a tendon.

"Whoever, go and bring a few chairs and order tableware from the cafeteria on the surgical floor." Ji Tianlu didn't write down the names of so many residents and dispatched them just by pointing.

The resident flew away.

"I have a lot of lunch boxes." He Zhong shouted after him, opened the lunch box with a smile, and showed everyone the chicken jelly made by him.

Ling Ran also sat on the side and looked curiously.

I saw that the green peel in a lunch box was divided into four pieces. He Zhong took one piece and put it in an empty lunch box. Then he opened the insulation pot, poured the still hot chicken broth, added a little seasoning, and it was finished.

The crowd didn't say much, and each one was divided into pieces and tasted silently.

He Xiufang finally got a piece of it, which was a bit of cracked green peel, and it still felt sticky and refreshing when I ate it in my mouth.

He Xiufang's tears ran down, dripping into the somewhat cold chicken soup, and he didn't realize it.