Chen Shishi pushed open the carved wooden window and pointed outside, where the Jingneixiang across the street corner was being whipped into a flurry by the wind.
"Look, Madam Cheng. That day, Official Han was standing in the shop, stamping his feet and blowing on his hands. The tip of his nose was frozen red, yet his eyes were sharp as tacks. He picked out only the finest pastries in the shop, and they certainly weren't cheap."
Zhao Xiangxiang also crowded to the window and said, "I remember it clearly, too. Official Han had snow falling on his hair back then, making him look like he was wearing a white hat."
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