The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 369 A Perfect Kick

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month in the provincial capital, there was a small north wind, it was very cold, the sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to snow.

Lao Tan went to the street to buy new year's goods, and bought couplets and blessings by the way.When buying new year's goods, I thought of Yingzi, thinking that the two of them might not buy anything for the new year, so I bought two of the same things, plus sugar and fruit.

Turning to Wang Haijuan's river fish stall, seeing that she and Yingzi were busy, they put down their things, talked to Yingzi, turned around and left without disturbing.

Yingzi looked at Lao Tan who disappeared at the corner of the market, her heart was warm and her eyes were moist.

When Lao Tan came home, he made his son's favorite pot-packed meat and dried tofu with sharp peppers for lunch, and served with two side dishes. The father and son ate very well.After eating, the son said that he went downstairs for a walk, he was always bored in the house and felt uncomfortable, so he went out to get some air.

The father and son came downstairs and walked out of the community towards the small park.

"Dad, why don't you open a restaurant yourself?" the son asked.

"Dad really wants to open a restaurant by himself, but he can't do it now, what should I do if I leave?" Old Tan said.

"Dad, it's actually good for you to open your own restaurant. It's in Santaizi, close to home. You don't have to go out of town. You can go home every day, and I have a place to eat."

"Son, let me ask you, do you think about it when Dad is not at home?"

"Why don't you think about it." The son said, "You have to earn money outside, I know that."

Old Tan was comforted by his son's words. He said, "Dad wants you to study hard to make money. I don't object to playing basketball, but you can't miss the culture class. Otherwise, how can you go to university?"

The son said: "I know this, don't worry, I will definitely not fall behind. I am now the best player among normal students, and the best culture class in the basketball team."

"Don't blow it."

"If you believe me, you can ask my mother, our coach, or the class teacher."

"Father's letter." Lao Tan looked at his son who was already taller than him, and he felt good in his heart.

"Dad, I'm definitely going to be a sports student. I'm 1.7 years old, and I'm 1.9 meters tall. If I grow taller, I'll only be [-] meters. Playing basketball will definitely not make it to the national team, and I don't want to develop in basketball."

"Then you still play basketball?" Old Tan asked.

"I just like it. I'm planning to take the No. 200,000 or No. [-] middle school. The No. [-] middle school is a basketball major, but it costs a lot of money. It costs [-]. The No. [-] middle school is handball. My height is just right, and the No. [-] middle school is cheaper, [-]."

"Can you do it if you haven't played handball before?" Old Tan asked.

The son said: "Handball is not much different from basketball. The coach said it is easy to practice. I played handball for three years in the fifth middle school, and I was able to obtain a national first-level athlete certificate, which is convenient for entering university."

"Which university are you planning to take?"

"Northern sports and upper sports are both acceptable. I really can't take provincial sports. I like coaching and refereeing."

"Okay, brat, I've made arrangements for myself." Old Tan said happily.

The son laughed and said, "You and my mother can just prepare the money, and I will pay you back when I graduate from college."

"That's the year of the monkey, why don't you take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Old Tan asked.

"I'll talk about it when I take the postgraduate entrance examination. Maybe I will go to a professional team when I am in high school. There are few handball players, so it is very popular."

"You don't need to go to the professional team, you still have to go to college. After finishing college, you can continue to take the postgraduate entrance examination. You don't need to rush to make money, you know." Old Tan said seriously.

"Ah."

The father and son entered the small park.

Due to the cold weather, there are not many people in the park, and it is sparse.The poplars have bare gray branches, and it is chilly to look at.There was no one on the noisy basketball court in the past, the basket was alone, and the rebound was silent.

There were more than a dozen people walking in circles on the surrounding gravel road, all aged over sixty, wearing thick down jackets and hats, swinging their arms back and forth, and there was a rustling sound between the sleeves and the body of the clothes.

Lao Tan and his son wandered to the back of the park, and saw the dog hugging an old man at the entrance behind, leaning on crutches, moving his feet every inch, walking slowly and with difficulty.

Next to the old man was a wheelchair, and the person pushing the wheelchair was a woman in her fifties, following behind the old man.

Obviously for father and daughter, the daughter pushed the father out to exercise.

Looking at the father and daughter Lao Tan felt emotional, and asked the son beside him: "Son, can you push Dad out when Dad is old?"

"Sure." The son said without hesitation, and then said: "But you don't have a wheelchair, and you can walk by yourself, so I will accompany you."

This answer called Lao Tan very useful.

After walking around in the small park, my father and I walked back. When passing by Aqiao Dumpling Restaurant on Chishan Road, Lao Tan went in to take a look.It was already afternoon, and there was only one table for dinner in the hall. The waiter on duty saw that it was Lao Tan and went up to say hello.

Old Tan just looked around, walked around and walked out with his son.

When we got to the intersection, there was a red light, and my father and I stood there waiting.

"Stop, stop, grab the bag—"

A woman's yelling came from across the road, and a desperate man ran through a red light without looking at it, dodged a taxi in panic, and rushed straight over.

This shot is like shooting a movie, and passers-by are shocked to open their eyes and mouths.

"Dad—" the son yelled in fear and a little excitement, staring at the man rushing over, and subconsciously stretched out his uninjured arm.

Instinctively, Lao Tan took half a step forward and sideways to block in front of his son, while not forgetting to stretch out his right foot just right.

"Hey—" This is the man's exclamation when he was tripped.

"Pa—" This was the sound of the man staggering and landing on the ground.

"Oh my god——" This is the wailing sound of the man in pain.

Old Tan turned around, the man was quite clever, he got up and ran forward regardless of the pain.Old Tan didn't chase, because a woman's satchel was thrown on the ground.He didn't pick it up either, because the woman who was robbed had already run over.

The woman picked up the bag, panting to see if there was anything missing in the bag, and when she saw that there was nothing missing, she realized that she wanted to thank Old Tan.

It took more than a minute from the time the woman ran over in a panic, to the time when she picked up the bag and checked it. During this time, apart from a few passers-by who watched the excitement standing still, Lao Tan had already led his son across the road.

If more than a minute is not long, you may not be able to do anything; if more than a minute is not short, it is enough to cross the road.

To be honest, the woman didn't see who tripped the bag snatcher in her panic, but she was stupid to think that she couldn't have fallen by herself, and someone must have helped her.When she turned around to look for it, she looked around in a daze and didn't know who to look for.

"Don't look for it, everyone has left, as long as there is nothing missing." Passerby A said.

"It seems to be a bald head—" passer-by B said.

"I didn't see it clearly, the blink of an eye—" Passerby C said.

"---"

The signal light changed again, leaving behind the woman's gratitude and gratitude to whom she did not know.

"Dad, you are really good." The son said to Lao Tan.

"What's so great? I was protecting you, do you want to stretch your arms to stop you?" Old Tan asked with some concern.

The son said a little nervously, "A little bit—but I was quite scared. Dad, why did you let him go?"

Old Tan laughed and said, "Silly boy, it's not that I let him go, it's that my father can't catch him. A good dog can't catch a scared dog, not to mention that my father is so fat."

"That's right." After speaking, the son glanced at Lao Tan's big belly and said, "Dad, you have to lose weight."

"Lose weight, start to lose weight after the Chinese New Year."

(End of this chapter)