How to use Gu Long’s writing style to describe a roadside barbecue stall on a snowy night?

Winter. late at night. long street. At the end of the long street, a dim yellow lantern swayed in the wind. Under the light, a faded oilcloth signboard was blown by the wind, like the roar of a monster waiting to devour people. The words "Zhang Ji BBQ" can be vaguely seen on the shabby cloth. The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties with a round face who looks very kind and honest. His name is Zhang Laoshi. Zhang Laoshi's barbecue has been open here for almost 30 years, and he has never stopped regardless of wind or rain. The food at the barbecue stall is very simple, just some boiled edamame and peanuts, and some braised pig head meat to take away. If you are lucky, customers can also have a meal of roasted hare and pheasant. It's a pity that there are not many such opportunities. Liquor is the kind that feels like a fire is burning in your stomach after you drink it. Although the stalls are simple and the food is simple, in this cold night where the wind and snow are raging, for those rootless prodigal sons, where else can be warmer than this place? On the snow, a line of footprints stretched towards the end of the long street and into the vast snowy night. The footprints were very deep and it looked like they had been walking for a long time. But he had no intention of stopping. He had already passed Zhang Laoshi's barbecue stall. Why was he reluctant to stop on this snowy night that could freeze a dog to death? The wind is stronger. The snow is getting heavier. The heavy snow soon covered up the footprints, as if no one had ever been there. This is a two-story building. Outside the window, there was strong wind and heavy snow. In the window, there is a solitary lamp and a solitary shadow. A fire was burning brightly, and the room was warm and dry. On the table, there are five dishes of side dishes, a pot of daughter's red wine, two wine glasses, and two pairs of chopsticks. Chu Shang was sitting at the table, looking at the dishes she had cooked with her own hands, but her expression seemed to have gone to a far away place. Is she waiting for someone? Who is she waiting for? No one asked her. This is a lonely little building. She had only two people living in this small building before. On a moonlit night three years ago, he said he had something important to do and went to a far away place. Where? What's important? He didn't say. She didn't ask either. She is not a wordy woman to begin with. She looked like a piece of jade - gentle and calm.

……(To be continued)