He said, "This Cowboy Chicken only sounds good and looks tasty. In fact it's just a name, has more batter than meat. After two pieces I still don't feel a thing in here." He slapped his flabby side. "I don't want to eat this fluffy stuff anymore. Give me my money back."
"No way," Baisha said and swung her permed hair, which looked like a magpie's nest. "If you haven't touched the chicken we'd refund you the money. But--"
"Excuse me," Peter Jiao said, coming out of the kitchen together with Mr. Shapiro.