Sitting in Pazile's car, the two of them drove all the way to Sokman Town.
Sokman town is about three hours' drive away from Chen Mu's gas station. Pazile drove there, walked for less than two hours, and entered the town.
Along the way, the car ran very smoothly. The key point was that it was a Mercedes-Benz that started with an s. Even if there were some ups and downs on the road, it could pass safely. If it was replaced by Chen Mu's little gold cup, it might be a different situation.
The two people in the car kept chatting awkwardly. Most of the time, Pazile took the initiative to ask some personal information, such as preferences and habits, while Chen Mu answered passively.
Chen Mu was a little unaccustomed to this kind of conversation mode. He wanted to change the topic several times and talk about other things, but he was dragged back by Pazile, which made him completely lose his temper.
After entering Sokman Town, the car stopped in front of a shop called "Millennium Tea House". Pazile led Chen Mu out of the car and walked towards the tea house.
This is an old teahouse with traditional characteristics. The facade of the teahouse is an arch with a strong Uighur style, and there is a big signboard on it, with the name of the teahouse written in Uighur, Chinese and English.
As soon as he entered the door, Chen Mu smelled the fresh fragrance of tea, which made him unable to help but glance around.
Most of the people sitting in the lobby on the first floor are tourists, mostly Xia people and foreigners, and few Uighurs.
Pazile led Chen Mu directly to the second floor. Instead, it was full of Uyghurs. They all wore small flowered hats, and their ethnic characteristics were very obvious.
On the contrary, Chen Mu appeared here in a suit, he seemed a bit out of place, which was particularly noticeable.
However, Chen Mu didn't feel any discomfort. He was used to the feeling of being surrounded by Uyghurs, so he sat down on a couch with Pazile and began to order something.
"what do you drink?"
Pazile asked Chen Mu.
"I want butter milk tea."
Chen Mu prefers this one, just order this.
Pazile nodded, ordered a cup of black tea himself, and then ordered a few more snacks before letting the waiter leave.
Generally speaking, when locals go to teahouses, they will order strong black tea, which is traditional and affordable.
Only those tourists will order those Uighur herbal teas with saffron, cloves, cardamom and honey, or fruit teas and scented teas.
Whether it is good or not is a matter of opinion, but it must be ridiculously expensive anyway.
After ordering something, Pazile didn't speak, and took out his mobile phone to fiddle with it a few times.
Seeing Pazile's appearance, Chen Mu seemed to have sent a message, and he didn't dare to disturb him. He waited until Pazile put his phone away before he took the initiative to start the topic: "Uncle Pazile, this teahouse should be quite old. right?"
Pazile nodded, and introduced: "This is the oldest teahouse in Sokman Town. Although it is called a millennium teahouse, it is not a thousand-year-old teahouse. Well, it is only more than a hundred years old. It changed hands several times in the middle. This one owner It has been done for more than ten years, and the craftsmanship is still very good.”
Chen Mu likes this kind of teahouse with local characteristics, and the products are authentic, which makes him look forward to the milk tea he just ordered.
The two continued to chat awkwardly, and Pazile continued to ask Chen Mu's personal information tirelessly, such as "Why did you choose economics as a subject in college", "How is your academic performance", "When do you plan to finish your studies", etc. .
Chen Mu answered one by one helplessly.
In fact, he was very regretful in his heart, he would not have come here with Pazile if he had known this would be like this, he really made himself feel uncomfortable.
Ever since, he has been desperately looking forward to his milk tea coming soon, so that he can drink the milk tea early and get away.
But his milk tea hadn't come yet, but someone came first.
A Uyghur girl came up from the first floor, walked to their couch, and then called "Ata" to Pazile.
Chen Mu raised his head and looked at the girl in astonishment, a little bit lost.
There were two reasons for his astonishment: first, Ata meant his father, and this sudden Uyghur girl was obviously Pazile's daughter; second, this girl was so beautiful that Chen Mu was stunned.
Chen Mu has been here for nearly three months, always wanting to see the beauties here, but in the past three months, he has not seen any beauties except Di Lirere and Guli Nana on TV, until now.
The appearance of the Uighur girl in front of her is completely on the level of Dilirere and Gulinana.
In comparison, those two celebrities both carried a bit of packaged variety, which made people dazzled and unpredictable, while the one in front of him had an intellectual temperament and was generous.
"This is my daughter Anarguli, and this is Chen Mu, come, let's get to know each other."
Pazile nodded to the Uighur girl, asked her to sit down, and then began to introduce Chen Mu and his daughter to each other.
Chen Mu greeted the other party in a gentle and elegant manner. On the surface, he was very calm, but as a single dog, he was still a little nervous when facing beautiful women.
Fortunately, refreshments came at this time, and Chen Mu took a sip of his favorite butter milk tea to suppress his shock, and finally calmed down.
Unexpectedly, it was outrageous that Pazile only took a sip of the black tea he ordered, and stood up and said, "I have something to go first, you are all young people, get along well."
Then, he really "has something to do" and left first.
At this time, if Chen Mu still doesn't understand what's going on in front of him, his more than 20 years of life will be considered in vain.
Combining all the previous signs: the person who should call big brother called uncle, was interrogated on the road so many personal information, came to the teahouse and sent a message to call people, and the Uyghur girl appeared and her father left... Chen Mu seemed to be slapped in the face, Suddenly everything became clear.
This is so stable that it is a blind date!
Chen Mu couldn't help looking up at the Uighur girl, who was also looking at him.
The two men's eyes met, and they turned away quickly.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward. It's really not a problem for them to be so silent on the couch.
Chen Mu made up his mind and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the girl took the initiative to speak first: "You understand what's going on now, don't you? Well, from the way you look, you probably didn't know beforehand, um , My dad didn’t tell me what’s going on here today, just like before, he only said that he asked me to meet a friend, alas, what a mess, it’s made us so embarrassed now.”
It seems that the personality is very good, these words immediately dispelled the embarrassment between the two people a lot.
Also, he can speak Mandarin very well, without the accent of the Uighurs at all, and he speaks more formally than many Xia people.
Chen Mu thought for a while, then smiled and said, "To be honest, I was also shocked. You don't know how your dad just came all the way and questioned me. I wanted to finish my milk tea early and leave."
After a slight pause, he joked again: "But I don't think I'm at a disadvantage. It's worth it to be able to go on a blind date with such a beautiful girl."
The Uighur girl covered her mouth with a very bright smile. She turned her head to greet the waiter, ordered a cup of black tea, and then stretched out her hand: "Come on, let's get to know each other again. My name is Anarguli. Well, it's pomegranate flower in Uyghur language." because I was born in May, which is when the pomegranate blossoms."
Chen Mu stretched out his hand and shook the other party lightly: "Hello, I'm Chen Mu."