On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the streets of Changsha are the coldest but also the liveliest time of the year. Pedestrians or vehicles traveling back and forth on Qingshi Street buying new year's goods, the shouts of street vendors, and the cries of newspaper vendors make Changsha as lively and peaceful as it looks on the outside.
Chen Pi was wearing a blue-grey cotton-padded jacket, with his left hand protecting the bulge on his chest, and he walked back eagerly. It was his favorite sugar-oil cake that he bought for his master. It was still hot, so he kept it in his chest and covered it, fearing that it would not taste good if it got cold.