In the Lamb meat soup shop, the young man sat in a reserved manner. It was obvious that he had never eaten in a restaurant before. Song ran asked for two bowls of mutton soup from the owner and pushed them to him."Have some. The owner is from Shaan city, so the taste is quite authentic."
The young man carefully picked up the bowl with both hands and took a sip. Then, he revealed a rare smile."Yes, it tastes very similar to the mutton soup my mother makes."
Mother? What era is it now? Was there such a form of address?
Although song ran was shocked, she did not say much. She only asked, " "I still don't know your name."
"Cangmu Jue," the young man replied seriously.
Tibetan? " song ran raised her eyebrows. is he a Tibetan? "
"Yes."
"What's the meaning of this name?"
"My mother gave birth to many children and didn't want to have any more, so she gave me the name" cangmu Jue."In the Tibetan language," cangmu Jue "means" stop.""
