"I first met Xiao Cheng when I first came to Beijing on the New Year's Eve."
Xiao Meier's eyes were full of reminiscence, "Business was slow that day, and there were hardly any customers, so I closed the shop early."
"Sister Lin, you know, everyone here eats dumplings for the New Year,"
Xiao Meier said with a wry smile, "I followed the local customs and made some too."
"The dumplings were ready, and it was completely dark outside, and then it began to snow heavily."
"The Spring Festival Gala had started on TV, lively, yet it felt desolate."
"Just as the dumplings were out of the pot, someone knocked on the door."
She paused, looking tenderly at Chen Cheng.
"I opened the door and saw Xiao Cheng standing there. The heavy snow had covered him, making him look like a snowman."
Xiao Meier smiled, "I was wondering at the time, during the Spring Festival, who would visit."
As she spoke, her eyes slightly moistened, "Guess what he said?"
