Reborn on Top of Football

Despite the endless complaints, everyone cheered up and lined up to shake hands when they saw the leaders who came specifically to offer condolences at the celebration. I didn’t say too much to player leaders like Wang Ai who I was very familiar with, but I talked a little more to some people I wasn’t very familiar with, which was like a breath of fresh air.

The leader had a simple meal and then left in a hurry. After Lao Gao, Wei Di and Wang Ai sent the leader away, Lao Gao and Wei Di had a simple meal and then left, dragging Wang Ai away. It's not that I'm afraid that Wang Ai won't be able to eat well with everyone. Wang Ai is still a player. The main reason is that I have something to discuss with Wang Ai.

They usually communicate by phone. It is rare for the three giants to meet in person. Many tasks require face-to-face meetings to discuss them thoroughly. So, it was late at night when Wang Ai returned to Dongcheng District.

His parents, wife and children were all asleep, but Kang Si, who came back early, was still awake and led Wang Ai to the kitchen. The steamer was still warm, and the dumplings stuffed with beef and radish were fragrant and lovely.

"Compared to when I was a child, shrimp skin has become shrimp." Wang Ai squinted her eyes happily and babbled to Kang Si: "My family was poor at that time, and beef was all leftovers. My mother was in time to get paid, so she went to the vegetable market to buy cheap food at night. Yes, a big pot of stuffing can have a few taels. The rest are radishes. I am afraid that the taste will be bad before adding dried shrimps. Oh, our family is doing pretty well these days. After all, we have two jobs. Those who pay wages. If you are a pure farmer in the village, it is good if you can eat meat twice a year, and it must be home-raised pigs."

"Why not raise chickens and ducks?"

"It costs food to raise. Most people struggle to eat by themselves. How can there be any surplus food?" Wang Ai picked up a dumpling and said, "Here, you can eat one too."

Kang Si poured a cup of lemon tea before starting to eat. Wang Ai looked amused: "There is no one else who can match your style."

Kang Si smiled; "To avoid indigestion, I just had a late-night snack. This can be regarded as a combination of Chinese and Western food, which has brought era-changing changes to the family catering of Lao Wang's family."

"That's right, haha." Wang Ai was happy: "I have traveled across five continents, and the most peaceful meal is to eat at home, with the dumplings made by my mother for me."

"This is considered psychological diet therapy." Kang Si smiled.

"When I eat dumplings without dipping them in soy sauce or vinegar, I just eat them plain. People still say I'm weird, hehe. By the way, Kang Si, do you have any memorable delicacies?"

Kang Si smiled and shook his head, waving his flaxen hair in the air: "I didn't. When I was a child, eating at home was very simple. My father said that nobles should not eat randomly. Francisco later told me that it was because of poverty. I only went to college. When you have your first free meal, you can order whatever you want."

"Really? I don't believe that children can always obey the rules and not steal anything."

"Hehe, there is one. Does Mousaka know about it?"

"Greek cake?"

"To be more precise, multi-layered meat buns?"

"Back to Madrid then, you give it to me..." Wang Ai suddenly paused and shook his head: "No, no, it should be me cooking it for you, right? I'll cook it for you. Only when you eat ready-made can you feel like you were a child." Not like a chef, right?”

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Kang Si's head was nodding with an afterimage.

"You can have a Roman holiday with just one meal?"

I don't know when, Xu Qinglian appeared quietly. Kang Si smiled, and Wang Ai greeted: "Come on, let's eat dumplings. I remember you also like to eat them."

Xu Qinglian walked to the dining table in furry slippers and sat down: "Actually, I don't particularly like to eat, at least not as much as you do. It seems that I don't have to go to this state banquet. I'm just curious about why you always like to eat. When I was a child, I didn't like to eat at your house. Well, alas, I am a little girl who has traveled thousands of miles and can only find ways to make the foster family happy, just pretending to like to eat. Plus I am curious about you, and then..."

Xu Qinglian picked up one and ate it, saying vaguely: "I don't know when I started to really like eating it. I made it really well."

Before Kangsi could speak, a cold snort came from behind. It turned out that Ai Xiaoqing had also gotten up, glared at Xu Qinglian and left again.

"Oh, luckily I'm smart." Xu Qinglian was sweating profusely.

"Did you have any favorite food when you were a child? I think even if it is trivial, we can enjoy it and reminisce. It just so happens that we also have the ability to reminisce."

Xu Qinglian glanced at Wang Ai: "Sweet yellow cabbage, have you heard of it?"

Wang Ai's eyes were blank: "No."

Xu Qinglian snorted, and Kangsi quickly picked up her phone to search. After a while, she raised her hand: "I can do it."

"I don't want you."

Wang Ai suddenly realized: "I'll do it for you when I get back to Madrid!"

Xu Qinglian felt relieved, got up and left Shi Shiran. After a while, she came back and took a book with a colorful surface and put it on the table: "Nuo, your masterpiece."

Wang Ai immediately forgot to eat dumplings, so he took the large 16-karat book and opened it to read, praising the exquisiteness of the printing. Kang Si reminded him that the dumplings were getting cold before putting the book down: "What are the comments from all parties? "

"You have done all the preparations, who can say anything? No one in the authoritative field will say anything anyway, at least it is difficult to say publicly. As for the fans, I have only seen fans talking about it in some very small places, most of them People should not know.”

"Is it really that simple? I thought that even if I wanted to make a statement, I would be criticized by the industry."

"I feel that many people have a lot of things to say. When you ask them for advice, the time is too short. They either don't have time or don't respond. Even if they want to say something, they don't have time to communicate with each other. Considering that you This gives them face, and they won't be able to attack without being connected in series. To say that I really agree with the views in your book, I think it is impossible. Let's see the follow-up, maybe they will refute it publicly, but it is more likely It’s about silent resistance, or small-scale discussions and dissemination of criticism.”

Wang Ai finished the last dumpling; "It's such a headache. This kind is the most troublesome."

Kang Si poured a cup of lemon tea for Wang Ai: "Look at the big picture and the overall situation. After all, this is your first book, and I guess even if you have opinions, they are just on the side. They can be discussed in the first place. For example, on Deschamps' speculation on troop formation and tactical requirements is not impossible that Deschamps made a mistake at the time, but your speculation was too clever. Even if someone disagrees with your speculation in a place like this, it will not affect the overall situation. For this This is the first book that gives a panoramic view of the inside and outside of a football match. Controversy is inevitable, and controversy cannot conceal its greatness."

Xu Qinglian narrowed her eyes: "You are really good at coaxing him."

Kang Si quietly moved behind Wang Ai and held her head high: "Why don't you come? If you don't come when you are supposed to come, then don't blame me for occupying the position. This is called the public opinion position. If you don't occupy it, the enemy will Will occupy!"