Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 228 He's probably a Chinese language teacher; he's doing reading comprehension exercises all the time.
Su Jiahe said, took out a set of casual clothes from the room and handed it to Jiang Ziya. Jiang Ziya looked at the modern clothes with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Jiang Taigong, you don't know how to dress, do you? Let me teach you." Wang Mang and Jiang Ziya went into the guest room together. A moment later, Jiang Ziya came out wearing a new Chinese-style suit. Su Jiahe drove the car from the garage into the yard and took Wang Mang and Jiang Ziya to Bohai Snack Street.

"Jiang Taigong, don't be fooled by the smoke and fire here, which makes it look unrefined. The authentic snacks are all here." Wang Mang pointed to the snack street and introduced it to Jiang Ziya.

"It's okay, it's okay. I was once a commoner." Jiang Ziya said, and was about to push the door to get out of the car, but the door didn't move.

"I'll do it, I'll do it. This door has to be opened like this."

Wang Mang reached out and opened the car door. Jiang Ziya slowly got out of the car and walked towards the snack street under the guidance of Su Jiahe.

"What is this stall for? It's quite interesting." Jiang Ziya took the initiative to stop in front of the pancake stall and watched the batter spinning into a circle on the iron plate.

"This turn is just like the fortune-telling stall in Chaoge back then, where the turntable was just as smooth and satisfying."

"What are you talking about?" The stall owner raised her head with a confused look on her face, as if she didn't understand what Jiang Ziya had just said.

"Jiang Taigong, do you want to eat this? I'll buy one for you." Su Jiahe said, and scanned the code readily.

The stall owner skillfully prepared the pancake and handed it to Jiang Ziya. Jiang Ziya took a bite and heard a crisp "crunch" sound, and his mouth was filled with a sweet and slightly spicy taste.

"What is this? It tastes so strange. There's something crispy and fragrant."

"It's filled with crispy crackers and sweet noodle sauce," said Su Jiahe.

"Wonderful, wonderful," Jiang Ziya suddenly stopped and drew a Tai Chi with his fingers in the air.

"The sweet and salty sauce complements the yin and yang in harmony. The method of spreading the pancake subtly corresponds to the eight trigrams, and the batter flows like the numbers of the Luo Shu."

"What does this old man do?" The stall owner looked at Jiang Ziya with strange eyes. He even forgot to make pancakes.

"Jiang Taigong, let's go first and continue to look ahead. There are many delicious foods." Wang Mang hurriedly pulled Jiang Ziya away.

"Hemp flowers, freshly cooked hemp flowers."

Loud shouting came from the roadside, and Jiang Ziya's attention was attracted. He saw a man in his forties standing in front of a chopping board, stretching a ball of white flour into a long piece, then folding it in half, twisting it into two strands in the air, and throwing it into the oil pan.

"Wonderful, wonderful, the two strands intertwined, like Fuxi and Nuwa, mutually reinforcing and nourishing each other, endlessly living."

"Jiang Taigong, that's called Mahua, would you like one?" Wang Mang said as he walked to the stall and took a few Mahua that had just come out of the pot.

The moment Jiang Ziya bit into the hemp twist, icing sugar fell on his green shirt.

"This thing is soft by nature, but when cooked in boiling oil, it becomes even harder. This is the way of a gentleman who constantly strives for self-improvement..."

"Okay, okay, please eat quickly." Wang Mang quickly broke off a piece of fried dough twist and stuffed it into Jiang Ziya's mouth.

"As expected of Jiang Taigong, he can even talk about so many philosophical ideas even when eating." Su Jiahe said in admiration.

"Donkey rolls, freshly baked hot donkey rolls." An old man came towards us, pushing a tricycle and shouting.

"Donkey rolling around? Where is the donkey?" Jiang Ziya looked around but couldn't see any donkey.

"Jiang Taigong, donkey rolls are a kind of snack." Su Jiahe explained.

"Snacks?" Jiang Ziya was startled. "Oh, what a sin! The donkey works so hard, carrying people and pulling the millstone for them. How could I eat it?"

"Donkey rolls are not made from donkeys. You will know if you try them." Wang Mang tried hard to hold back his laughter, turned around and walked to the tricycle and bought a pound of donkey rolls.

"Look, this is it. It's made of glutinous rice and red bean paste." Wang Mang took out a piece and handed it to Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya took the donkey roll and looked left and right before carefully taking a bite, but his expression suddenly changed.

"Uh-huh."

"What's wrong with you, Jiang Taigong? Don't choke." Su Jiahe hurried forward and stroked Jiang Ziya's chest.

Jiang Ziya covered his mouth, waved his hands, signaling others not to touch him, and then swallowed hard several times.

"This is terrible, it almost gnawed my teeth off." "Jiang Taigong, if your teeth aren't good, you shouldn't eat this. There's eight-treasure porridge up ahead, let me buy you a serving." Wang Mang said, tying on the bag containing the donkey roll.

"It's okay, it's okay. This is quite delicious. Even though it's as soft as a boneless bone, even hard teeth can't bite it through. This is the principle of using softness to overcome hardness."

"Jiahe, I know what Jiang Taigong's profession is." Wang Mang whispered in Su Jiahe's ear.

"what?"

"He's probably a Chinese language teacher, doing reading comprehension anytime, anywhere."

Su Jiahe: ...

"It seems, it does look alike."

After strolling around the snack street, Jiang Taigong touched his bulging belly, sat on a bench by the roadside, and closed his eyes slightly.

“When people get old, they feel sleepy after eating a full meal.”

"Jiang Taigong, if you are tired, go back and rest." Su Jiahe said.

"No, no, no, I'm not tired. I can still go fishing." Jiang Taigong immediately opened his eyes and stood up from the bench.

After they returned to the parking lot, Su Jiahe drove them all the way to the beach and arrived at the sea fishing club.

"Boss, can we still rent a yacht today? We want to go sea fishing."

"There is also a yacht. How many of you are there?" asked the boss.

"The three of us."

"You and these two old... old men?" The boss looked at Su Jiahe and the other two, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Yes, just the three of us." Su Jiahe nodded.

"Do you need someone to accompany you? You are a little girl, taking care of two old men. Going out to sea may be risky."

"It's okay. I've been to sea before and have experience." Wang Mang patted his chest.

"Okay, stay safe, I'll make the call."

While several people were waiting for the boss, Wang Mang suddenly saw various fishing tools hanging on the wall.

"What material is this fishing rod made of?" Wang Mang asked.

"This is made of carbon fiber, a new material. It's light, tough, and easy to carry. Let me give you one." The salesperson introduced enthusiastically.

Wang Mang took the fishing rod, tried it in his hand, and nodded.

"Well, it feels really good. I haven't used this before."

"Uncle, besides fishing rods, would you like to look at something else? The waves are big and clothes will get wet easily. You should buy a raincoat and rubber shoes."

"Okay, get one too."

……

After a while, Wang Mang was covered with various equipment and holding a bucket in his hand.

"Brother Wang, we're just going fishing, why do you bring so many things?" Jiang Ziya asked curiously, looking at the various equipment he had never seen before.

"By the way, he also fishes, so give him another set." Wang Mang shouted to the salesperson.

"No, no," Jiang Ziya quickly stopped Wang Mang, "I'll just use this."

As he spoke, Jiang Ziya raised the bamboo pole in his hand which was tied with only a string.