I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

In Pazil's car, the two drove all the way towards the town of Sokman.

The town of Sokman is about three hours’ drive from Chen Mu’s gas station. Pazil drove there and walked for less than two hours before entering the town.

Along the way, the car walked very smoothly. The key is a Mercedes-Benz with s at the beginning. Even if there are some ups and downs on the road, it can pass safely. If it is replaced by Chen Mu's small golden cup, I am afraid it will be another situation.

The two people in the car had been chatting awkwardly. Most of the time, Pazil actively asked for some personal information, such as preferences and habits, while Chen Mu responded passively.

This kind of dialogue mode made Chen Mu a little uncomfortable. He wanted to switch the topic several times and talk about some other things, but Pazilsheng dragged him back, making him completely temperless.

After entering the town of Sokman, the car stopped in front of a shop called the "Millennium Tea House". Pazil led Chen Mu out of the car and walked towards the tea house.

This is an old teahouse with very traditional characteristics. The facade of the teahouse is an arch with a strong Uighur style, with a large sign on it. The name of the teahouse is written in Uyghur, Chinese and English respectively.

As soon as he walked in, Chen Mu smelled the fresh tea fragrance, and he couldn't help but glance around.

Most of the people sitting in the lobby on the first floor are tourists. The faces of Xia people and foreigners are the majority, while Uighurs are few.

Pazil led Chen Mu directly to the second floor. Instead, there were all Uighurs, each of them wearing small flower hats, their ethnic characteristics were very obvious.

On the contrary, Chen Mu appeared here in a suit, which seemed a bit uncomfortable and particularly noticeable.

However, Chen Mu didn't feel any discomfort. He was used to the feeling of being surrounded by Uighurs, and followed Pazil to sit on a couch, and then began to order something.

"what do you drink?"

Pazil asked Chen Mu.

"I want buttered milk tea."

Chen Mu's best bite, just order this.

Pazil nodded, ordered a cup of black tea, and ordered a few snacks before letting the waiter leave.

Generally speaking, when locals enter teahouses, they will order rich black tea, which is traditional and affordable.

Only those tourists would order Uyghur medicinal teas with saffron, cloves, cardamom and honey, or fruit teas and scented teas.

Whether it is good or not, people have different opinions, anyway, it must be too expensive.

After Pazil ordered something, he didn't speak, and took out his mobile phone to fiddle with it a few times.

Chen Mu saw Pazil’s appearance, as if he had sent a message, he didn’t dare to bother. He waited for Pazil to put his phone away before he started talking: "Uncle Pazil, this teahouse should be some years old. Right?"

Pazil nodded and introduced: "This is the oldest tea house in Sokman Town. Although it is called the Millennium Tea House, it doesn’t have a thousand years, um, it’s only over a hundred years. I changed hands several times in the middle. This boss I have been doing it for more than ten years, and the craftsmanship is still very good."

Chen Mu likes this kind of teahouse with local characteristics, and the things he makes are authentic, which makes him look forward to the milk tea he just ordered.

The two continued to talk awkwardly, Pazil still tirelessly asked Chen Mu's personal information, such as "why did the university choose the subject of economics", "how is your academic performance", "when will you finish your studies?" .

Chen Mu answered helplessly one by one.

In fact, he regretted it in his heart. He had known that he would not follow Pazil. This is really uncomfortable for himself.

Ever since, he has been looking forward to his milk tea coming soon, so that he can finish drinking the milk tea early and get out of his body.

But his milk tea hasn't come yet, but someone came first.

A Uighur girl came up from the first floor and walked to their couch, and then shouted "Ata" to Pazil.

Chen Mu looked up at the girl in amazement, a little lost.

He was surprised for two reasons: First, Atta was meant by his father, and this unexpected Uighur girl was obviously Pazil's daughter; second, the girl was so beautiful that Chen Mu was a bit dumbfounded.

Chen Mu has been here for nearly three months, always wanting to see the beauties here, but for three months, he hasn't seen any beauties except Di Lirere and Gulinana on TV until this time.

The appearance of the Uighur girl in front of her was exactly the level of Di Lire and Gulinana.

In comparison, the two stars are all with a bit of packaging, which is dazzling and unpredictable, and the one in front of him has an intellectual temperament and is generous.

"This is my daughter Anal Guli, this is Chen Mu, come and get to know her."

Pazil nodded to the Uighur girl, told her to sit down, and then began to introduce Chen Mu and her daughter to each other.

Chen Mu said hello to the other party in a gentle manner. On the surface, he was very calm, but as a single dog, he was still a little nervous when facing beautiful women.

Fortunately, the refreshment arrived at this time. Chen Mu drank his favorite butter milk tea and was shocked, and finally calmed down.

Unexpectedly, it was very outrageous that Pazil only took a sip of the black tea he ordered, and actually stood up and said, "I have something to leave first. You are all young people. Get along well."

Then, he really left "something" first.

At this time, if Chen Mu still didn't understand what was happening in front of him, he would have been in vain for more than 20 years.

Combined with the previous signs: the person who should call the big brother called the uncle, and was questioned by so many people on the road. When they came to the teahouse, they sent a message and called someone. The Uighur girl showed up and his father left... Chen Mu was like being drunk. , Suddenly understood everything.

This is a very stable blind date!

Chen Mu couldn't help but look up at the Uighur girl, who was also looking at him.

The two of them looked away and quickly turned away.

The atmosphere is a bit embarrassing. It's really not a problem for them to be so silent on the couch.

Chen Mu settled down and was about to speak, but the other girl would take the initiative to speak first: "You understand what this is all about now, right? Well, I see how you look, you probably didn't know beforehand, um. , My dad didn’t tell me what’s going on here today. He just told me to meet a friend. Alas, it’s really messy, making us so embarrassed now."

It seems that the personality is very good, and these words immediately dispelled the embarrassment between the two people a lot.

In addition, Mandarin is also spoken very well, without the accent of Uyghurs at all, and more eloquent than many Xia people.

Chen Mu thought for a while and smiled and said, "To be honest, I was also scared. You didn't know that your dad just came here and kept questioning me about my situation. I want to leave after drinking milk tea sooner."

After a slight pause, he joked slightly: "But I don't feel like a disadvantage. It's worth it to be able to go on a blind date with such a beautiful girl."

The Uyghur girl covered her mouth and smiled brilliantly. She turned her head to greet the waiter, ordered a cup of black tea, and then stretched out her hand: "Come on, let’s meet again. My name is Anal Guli, um, the pomegranate flower in Uighur Meaning, because I was born in May, when the pomegranate blossoms."

Chen Mu stretched out his hand and shook the opponent lightly: "Hello, this is Chen Mu."