Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 277 - 278: Tianjin 6A-Level Scenic Spot

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian jogged all the way to the Lion Forest Bridge, which was already flanked by many people.

Several men in their fifties and sixties were already standing on the outer side of the bridge.

A grandpa wearing panda swim trunks and a panda swim cap was warming up with a blank expression, seemingly about to dive.

Zhuo Qianqian cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Go, Panda Grandpa!"

Upon hearing this, the grandpa immediately turned his head, and his expressionless face instantly turned into a smile, transforming as quickly as Sichuan opera face-changing.

"Oh my, what a pretty girl! Alright, just watch closely!"

With a shout, he professionally spread his arms, then hugged his knees and took a leap.

"Boom!"

A huge splash rose, and cheers erupted on the bridge.

"What a huge splash, Panda Grandpa is quite the character!"

"This is much more impressive than the grandpa earlier who didn’t even make a splash. I thought he didn’t jump at all."

At this moment, another grandpa suddenly shouted, "On this sunny morning, I present to you a tasty delight, Teppanyaki Squid!"

As he shouted, he shook his hands on his body, as if sprinkling seasoning: "Salt, cumin, peppercorn, MSG, stinky tofu, ohhhhh... ready!"

The goofy actions and words made everyone burst into laughter, and Zhuo Qianqian laughed so hard she collapsed onto Wang Fan, nearly running out of breath.

Just when everyone was waiting for the grandpa to jump, he suddenly turned over the railing and went back inside the bridge.

"Grandpa, why aren’t you jumping?"

"What’s going on?"

The grandpa rolled his eyes and said, "Teppanyaki squid has to go down flat, right? From such a high place, wouldn’t I be smashed to death? Do you want to inherit my house?"

Talking while going down the stairs to under the bridge: "Ready, launch!"

With his back to the Haihe River, the grandpa shouted "launch" and really jumped down horizontally like a teppan. When he re-emerged, his back was all red.

"Awesome!"

It was the first time Wang Fan had seen such an amusing grandpa, and he was already planning to bring his second uncle to Tianjin to have fun, knowing they would hit it off with these grandpas.

At this moment, another grandpa at the bridgehead, wearing shorts, stretched out his arms and shouted, "Comrades are getting tanned!"

Just as Wang Fan was still puzzled, Zhuo Qianqian jumped up again and shouted, "Grandpa is even darker!"

It wasn’t just her; many people on the bridge joined in shouting, clearly indicating they weren’t interacting for the first time.

Soon after, the grandpa shouted again, "Survive for one minute."

Zhuo Qianqian followed with, "Enjoy 60 seconds!"

The grandpa laughed heartily, "Next, I will show everyone an old sickle unchanged in 400 years, hope you like it."

Then he started posing in various shapes at the bridgehead, looking a bit silly, but clearly enjoying himself immensely.

Then he took a leap, touching his toes in mid-air, and gracefully performed a perfect dive into the water, drawing cheers from the surrounding crowd.

Soon, one grandpa after another stood up, each giving a short speech before diving, none rushed directly into the water.

One grandpa wasn’t enough, this time several grandpas jumped together in various poses, showcasing the relaxed nature of Tianjin people.

"I’m not a grandpa, I’m Baibai! Tianjin welcomes you all!"

"Baibai will give you a jump!"

Just then, a young man stood up, causing a stir on site.

"Isn’t this He Cong? An Olympic champion is here?"

"It really is He Cong! I never miss his diving shows, absolutely unmistakable."

He Cong, with slightly dark skin, stood up and waved with a smile.

"He Cong will do one for everyone!"

He Cong waved his hand repeatedly: "What I’m wearing is not suitable for diving."

The crowd wouldn’t accept this excuse and shouted promptly, "If it’s not suitable, just take it off!"

He Cong laughed, "Alright, then I’ll take it off!"

With that, he actually pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his lean physique.

Years of training had given him a very defined body, with his six-pack abs clearly visible.

Upon seeing his abs, the young women around screamed, including Zhuo Qianqian.

This made Wang Fan a little unhappy — it’s just abs, doesn’t everyone have them?

Zhuo Qianqian leaned in close to Wang Fan with a mischievous grin, "Boss, show your abs too? Or let me touch them?"

"Ahem..."

Wang Fan blushed and didn’t respond, pretending to look up at the diving grandpas, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes lit up, thinking, "If it’s not explicitly forbidden, it’s allowed. No objection means agreement!"

She sneakily tugged at the hem of Wang Fan’s T-shirt.

Hee hee hee...

Excited heart, trembling hands, Jiang Chenchen, you single folks back home, wait till I tell you how it felt, wahahaha!

Oh...

So smooth, like a washboard, each section has a remarkable elasticity when poked.

Unbelievable, such bounciness!

Wang Fan felt a ticklish sensation in his abdomen, couldn’t help but twitch his mouth, then held Zhuo Qianqian’s mischievous little hand.

"Behave, it’s ticklish."

The grandpas continued to dive, and more and more people gathered. Having seen enough, and nearly reaching noon, Wang Fan decided to take Zhuo Qianqian to find some food.

"Let’s go eat, you’ve been in Tianjin for almost a year now, got any good small restaurant recommendations?"

Quickly, Zhuo Qianqian responded, "There’s a small restaurant that’s really good. I used to go there often. Shall we eat there?"

Wang Fan nodded, "Okay, is it far? If it is, let’s drive."

"Not too far, but certainly not within walking distance. It’s in the Beichen District."

"Alright, let’s go."

"Come on, boss, why aren’t you moving?"

"Take your hand out, can you walk like that?"

"Oh right, I almost forgot, hehe."

Back in the RV, Wang Fan opened the navigation app and asked, "What’s the address?"

"The intersection of Jianing Road and Chengchang Road in Beichen District, Jiayuan North, Gate 56, Lucky Restaurant."

The restaurant was small, a typical hole-in-the-wall, but quite clean nonetheless.

They ordered three dishes: sautéed shrimp with vegetables, spicy gluten, and beef tendon. While not overwhelmingly stunning, they had some unique qualities, and the portions were large and inexpensive, making it a place worth recommending.

These little restaurants might not be well-known, but their cooking is spot-on. Their target patrons are the people in the neighborhood; bad food would surely lead to closure, but these have been around for over a decade.

While eating, Wang Fan kept mulling over the recipes, aiming to take the best and leave the rest, gathering the strengths of many. After all, isn’t that what his enhanced skills were for?

During the two-day weekend, they wandered around. With its 600-year history, Tianjin has plenty to offer.

Yet, weekends always fly by too fast, but Wang Fan was recharged and ready to work hard.

He planned to introduce the specialty dishes he developed in Guangfu, to see if they could win over the northern students’ palates.