I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 97 Do you want to come here to celebrate the festival?

The father and son both swallowed saliva in excitement.

They looked at each other, opened the door and got out of the car in unison.

When you entered the store, you saw the male boss wearing a hat (a dome hat made of white or black cloth), a white shirt, and a cyan vest. The boss's wife wore a black hijab (meaning married). ), wearing a knee-length gown, and a little girl wearing a cyan hijab (meaning unmarried) who came to help with homework during the holidays.

The cuffs, trouser legs, and collars of the mother and daughter's clothes all have lace of different colors. The clothes are bright and beautiful, and the shoes are soft cloth shoes that are similar to the embroidered shoes of the Xia people. The uppers are embroidered with patterns, which are very beautiful.

It's not dinner time yet, and there's no one in the store.

As soon as we stepped in, the landlady greeted us very enthusiastically with a menu.

"Boss, what do you want to eat?"

Chen Mu flipped through the menu and asked Chen's father, who was getting beer from the freezer: "Dad, how many green wheat buns should you like?"

Dad Chen took the screwdriver, opened the bottle cap, and asked casually: "Are there any Hezhou steamed buns?"

"Both." The landlady replied with a smile.

Although they are a minority ethnic group, they also use their own language - Baoan dialect. However, due to long-term contact with the Hui and Xia people, there are many borrowed words from the Xia people in the language, and general communication is also in the Xia people's language, so when talking about Although the words had a slightly strange accent, they sounded quite clear, and due to the pronunciation of the language, the ending sounds of their words were raised a bit, which made them sound good.

"What kind of fillings are there? Are there any carrots?"

"It's not autumn yet, the radishes haven't come down yet, and now there are only leek fillings."

Hezhou steamed buns are divided into two kinds of fillings according to the season.

Due to their eating habits, they eat very few types of vegetables, only leeks, radishes, chives, sesame and other vegetables.

Therefore, the fillings of steamed buns are also very fixed.

In spring and summer, leeks, leek flowers, and mutton are used as fillings. In autumn and winter, radish, chives, and mutton are used as fillings. They can be steamed or baked. The baked buns taste somewhat similar to Xinjiang baked buns, but because there is flax in the filling, It tastes a little more numb than Xinjiang baked buns, but not that spicy.

"Okay!" Father Chen nodded in disappointment: "Then let's have three green wheat buns."

After getting the answer, Chen Mu directly ordered: "Bring us six green wheat steamed buns, two bowls of spicy noodles, one bowl of vegetables, one wheat kernel offal soup, and another cold gastrodia elata. By the way, we have the spicy noodles. If you want it to be sour and spicy, put more vinegar and more leeks in the noodles."

The landlady wrote down the requests on paper one by one, brought a pot of tea, and then went to the kitchen with the boss.

Chen Mu poured a glass of water and drank it in small sips to quench his thirst.

Although restaurants will serve tea or boiled water, the Baoan people's restaurants are different. Because they have had long-term exchanges with the Hui people, they have also become tainted with the Hui people's custom of using tea to entertain guests. Without being notified in advance, they all just There will be tea.

Father Chen filled up the wine glass, drank most of it in one gulp, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, smoked out a cigarette, and prepared to light it, performing the pre-meal ritual of a middle-aged man.

"Uncle, we don't allow smoking here."

The high school girl with a green hijab pointed at the no smoking sign on the wall and said with a frown.

Father Chen: "..."

He silently put the cigarette back into the cigarette case, stuffed it into his pocket, coughed dryly, turned his head sheepishly, and saw his son holding a mobile phone with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Chen Mu is focusing all his attention on the current chat interface of QQ.

Chen Mu: "The Shoton Festival will be held in a while. There will be Tibetan opera performances and Buddha-showing ceremonies on that day. Do you want to come and play? All travel expenses are included." From June 29th to July [-]st in the Tibetan calendar, it is a three-day Tibetan Shoton Festival. Festival.

That is from August [-]th to August [-]th in the Xia ethnic calendar this year.

"Snow" in Tibetan means "yoghurt", and "dun" means "banquet", which is the day to eat yogurt. It is also known as the "Tibetan Opera Festival" and "Buddha Exhibition Festival". In 2006, Shoton Festival was included in the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage lists.

Huang Qingwei: "Shoton Festival? Is there a horse racing festival that's fun?"

Chen Mu: "The two are different. During the Shoton Festival, you can eat all kinds of yogurt, and you can also watch Tibetan operas and performances, which are also very good."

Huang Qingwei: "It doesn't feel very fun, I don't want to go."

Chen Mu: "..."

He did not give up and racked his brains to go through the festivals of all ethnic groups during this period.

"You can come here now to participate in the Uyghur "Belati Festival", also called the "Oil Gourd Festival". On the day of the festival, residents will burn oil gourds, making the village full of lights, which is very beautiful. The Uyghur village is about to be included in the farmhouse, so we can go Experience it there and celebrate the Bai Lati Festival. Moreover, the Uyghur fruit plate snacks are very delicious, and you can also experience the Uyghurs’ highest hospitality gift, holding a pot and a basin!”

Chen Mu was wagging his tail behind him, trying hard to attract people: "There is also the Tu Nationality's "Danma Opera" and "Naton". The Tu Nationality's Naton is known as the longest carnival in the world."

"The end of August is the Daldai Festival - Eid al-Fitr, a traditional festival of the Uighurs, Hui, Kazakhs, Uzbeks, Tajiks, Tatars, Dongxiang and Salar people. Are you sure you want to come and see it?"

Huang Qingwei: "Is it fun? If it's fun, I'll go."

Chen Muxiao's cunning: "It's fun, very fun. If you don't think it's fun, as an apology, I will be a tour guide to take you to see the scenery of Qingzhou and experience the local customs."

Yes!
Say yes! !

Chen Mubaba looked at the screen of his mobile phone and almost looked at it like a fool.

"Hmm... I'll think about it..." The text Huang Qingwei sent was full of confusion.

Chen Mujia gave the last blow: "Don't think about it, come on, I'll cover the whole trip, you just need someone to come over, and the clothes here are very beautiful and unique, and the clothes for grand festivals are even more beautiful, don't come." It’s a really big loss.”

Huang Qingwei: "Okay, I'll go there, but if I find out you lied to me, I'll, hum!"

After achieving his goal, Chen Mu made some insinuations, confirmed what date the other party would be here, said goodbye, and then stuffed his phone back into his pocket with satisfaction.

He smiled broadly and his eyes were full of happiness. He picked up the tea and drank most of it.

Then I saw Father Chen with an inquiring look on his face.

He put on an old man's face: "Son, you smile so brightly, are you dating online?"

After saying that, he thought of the examples of colleagues and people around him who were deceived because of online dating, and said uneasily: "Online dating is unreliable. If you want to find a girlfriend, then ask your Aunt Cui to help introduce you. If one doesn't work, we will have more." A few of you, don’t be in a hurry.”

"Ahem!" Chen Mu was startled and choked and coughed repeatedly: "Dad, don't worry about online dating."

Looking at Father Chen who wanted to ask a few more questions, Chen Mu stood up directly and went to the seasoning area. However, thinking of Huang Qingwei who would come over in two days, a rippling smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Not online dating yet?
Father Chen shook his head and decided that when he returned, he would ask the villagers to introduce him to him so that his stupid son would not be deceived.

　In the old days, the Baoan people were also called Baoan Hui or Fan Hui because their religious beliefs and customs were similar to those of the Hui people, but they were not Hui people.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)