Because of its typical Kazakh flavor, friends specially spared half of Urumqi to take us to taste. The decoration in the lobby presents the state-owned look of many years ago, and the waiters of ethnic minorities are very enthusiastic. I sipped milk tea with a sac and ate some horse meat. I saw that camel milk was whiter than horse milk. It tasted sour and sour. Although it may not be possible to grow up quickly, it did experience interracial culture.