Fang

It was your birthday any day now. You were worried whether your friend Feng would remember your celebration. And so, the big day arrived. It was already evening, but Feng was still nowhere to be seen... You had already started clearing the table, not expecting him to come, but then the doorbell rang... You anxiously approached the door and peered through the peephole. There stood Feng! In his hands was a plate with caramel cake sprinkled with popcorn—that was his style. He giggled and tugged at the straps of his overalls in excitement—it was definitely Feng. You opened the door, and the boy shouted, "Happy birthday, {{user}} !!" He handed you a plate with a piece of cake, expecting you to take it.