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

Chapter 233 Help Me Up, I Can Still Eat

"Look, Tangqiu likes the meat sauce I made. He wants to dig a hole to keep it and eat it slowly." Daji smiled happily and walked forward to touch Tangqiu's fur.

"Daji, the cat's gesture means it doesn't want to eat." He Shuangqing squatted beside Daji and whispered.

"Ah? No way, doesn't Tangqiu like to eat meat?" Daji's expression froze instantly, as if she didn't dare to admit this fact.

"The meat sauce you made has no taste at all. It's better not to torture Tangqiu." He Shuangqing poured the meat sauce into the trash can, washed the bowl clean, and opened a can of beef for Tangqiu.

"Little Daji, you can create a new brand and call it Maobuli, haha." Wang Mang sat on the chair and grinned.

"Hmph," Daji curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Brother Wang, it's a good thing you didn't travel back to my time, otherwise you would have to eat this."

Suddenly the doorbell rang and a family bucket of fried chicken was delivered to the door. Su Jiahe opened the lid and a burst of fragrant hot steam immediately came out.

"Great, we're having fried chicken again today!" Liu Ziluan skipped to the table, took a fried chicken wing, and handed it to Jiang Taigong first.

"Is this... chicken?" Jiang Taigong looked at the golden chicken wings in a daze for a while before trying to take a small bite.

With a "crunch" sound, the crispy surface of the chicken wings is bitten open, and the hot fat immediately enters the mouth.

"It's so hot!" Jiang Taigong put down the chicken wings and fanned them with his palms.

"Come on, have a drink of this." Wang Mang quickly handed over a glass of iced cola.

Jiang Taigong couldn't wait to drink a big mouthful of Coke, and suddenly felt his mouth was extremely cool, but it was sometimes hot and sometimes cold, and his teeth ached slightly.

"You guys eat it. I'm old now and can't afford such delicacies."

"Try this, it's crispy and soft, I'm sure you can chew it." Wang Mang picked up another French fry and stuffed it into Jiang Taigong's mouth.

"What is this?" Jiang Taigong opened his eyes wide, amazed.

"It's made of potatoes. It's delicious, right?"

"No way, I remember I just had dry pot potatoes at noon, it's not like this." Jiang Taigong looked confused.

"There are many ways to cook potatoes," Liu Ziluan said. "Jiang Taigong, try this mashed potato. It's smooth and easy to digest, perfect for the elderly."

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Everyone gathered around the table, vying to feed Jiang Taigong.

"No, no, I'm not eating anymore. I'm old and my stomach is weak. I'm afraid I'll have food stagnation and can't digest it."

Jiang Taigong leaned back in his chair, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand, refusing the apple pie handed to him by Wang Mang.

"The weather is nice tonight, neither too cold nor too hot. Let's go out for a walk to digest our food and take a look at the night view outside." Su Jiahe suggested.

"It's getting late. Are there any bandits outside?" Jiang Taigong looked out the dark window with a worried look on his face.

At the end of the Shang Dynasty, there were endless wars and countless refugees. Many people closed their doors at night and hid in their homes for fear of disaster.

"Jiang Taigong, don't worry. Now the country is peaceful and the people are safe." Wang Mang said, then changed his shoes and pulled Jiang Taigong out of the door.

Instead of driving, they strolled out of the villa area and arrived at the nearby convenience square. The square was brightly lit, and a group of people were standing in neat formation, dancing to the music.

"Is the sound of the bayan still coming from Liuxing Street?"

"What are they doing? Offering sacrifices or celebrating some festival?" Jiang Taigong looked at the group of people in front of him curiously.

“This is called square dancing, it’s just a kind of entertainment,” Su Jiahe explained. “Jiang Taigong, let me tell you, this square dancing is quite interesting. Sometimes when I go out at night, I even join them for a bit.”

Without saying a word, Wang Mang pulled Jiang Taigong to join the square dance team and danced with everyone.

"Hey, I don't even know her, so this isn't appropriate." Jiang Taigong was a little embarrassed at first, but he was soon infected by the warm atmosphere and couldn't help but follow the rhythm and dance.

"Hey, there's a newcomer today." The curly-haired auntie next to him suddenly saw Jiang Taigong.

"This is my friend, this is his first time here." Wang Mang said while dancing.

"Brother Jie, you must be quite old. Look at you. Wow, you have a youthful face despite your white hair. You look very energetic." The old lady looked Jiang Taigong up and down with admiration in her eyes.

"I'm not bad either. Even though I'm seventy years old, I can still dance." Wang Mang said unwillingly when he heard the aunt praising Jiang Taigong.

"Hey, you just have uncoordinated limbs. Square dancing makes you dance like military boxing, unlike this big brother who is so agile right from the start." The curly-haired aunt said as she moved closer to Jiang Taigong.

"You are just learning military boxing... Forget it, a good man doesn't fight with a woman." Wang Mang rolled his eyes, moved aside, and continued dancing, his arms dancing vigorously.

Jiang Taigong stood in the last row and was inconspicuous at first, but after a while, the aunts in the team noticed his presence and all surrounded him.

"Hey, there's a new member."

"Big brother dances well."

"You're already in your seventies, but you don't look like one. How do you maintain your looks?"

"Brother, do you have WeChat?"

……

"I have something else to do. Excuse me."

Although Jiang Taigong was knowledgeable and experienced, he was still at a loss as he was surrounded by so many aunts for the first time. He said a few perfunctory words and then lowered his head and rushed out of the encirclement.

"Jiang Taigong, please run slower."

Su Jiahe swung his legs and ran a long way before catching up with Jiang Taigong.

"Jiang Taigong, why don't you dance with them? Everyone likes you very much." Wang Mang grinned and grabbed Jiang Taigong's arm.

"Oh, those women are too enthusiastic, I can't handle it." Jiang Taigong waved his hands, his face flushed.

"Haha, you are the idol of middle-aged and elderly women." Wang Mang continued with a smile.

Jiang Taigong practiced hard in his early years and fought wars all year round. Although he was over 70 years old, he was still in very good health and had an extraordinary temperament. Among old men of the same age, he was indeed like an immortal.

"Alright, alright, stop teasing me. Hey, why is there smoke over there?" Jiang Taigong suddenly pointed forward. "I think I smell something delicious. I wonder if anyone is still setting up a stall this late at night?"

"You guessed it right. There is a night market in front of us. There are many snack stalls. Let's go over and have a look." Su Jiahe said.

After passing an intersection, we arrived at the bustling night market. Various food carts lined the streets, and the stall owners were busy working while soliciting customers.

"It's already dinner time, why is there still so much food?" Jiang Taigong couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the aroma of cumin on the grilled skewers.

"It's called a midnight snack now. Everyone has a rich nightlife and stays up late, so of course we need another meal," Wang Mang said. "But you probably can't eat anymore. We're getting older, and our gastrointestinal functions are not as good as they used to be."

"Don't tell me, I've been out for so long, and it seems like the food I just ate has gone away."

At this moment, Jiang Taigong thought to himself: Help me up, I can still eat.