Chapter 277： Chicken soup skin jelly (1/2)
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.”