Splat...
Good Fortune ignored Xie Yanshan's words, until he saw Zhang Su approaching, he tossed the hen onto the ground, wagging his tail with a face full of triumph, not at all concerned by Xie Yanshan's frustration nearby.
"Dead, completely dead, alas, what a waste, ruined a chicken!"
Xie Yanshan covered his face with one hand, picked up the hen from the ground with the other, shook it a bit; it hung limp, drooping its head and wings, sighing dejectedly.
"Woof!"
Good Fortune wasn't pleased with Xie Yanshan's words, what do you mean, waste?
With a jump, it snatched the hen back from his hand, held it in its mouth, planning to take it away to eat; it's not a waste at all!
"Hey, Old Xie, what are you up to, what's with your face... come on, let's talk inside Cui Leng Pavilion!"
Zhang Su put an arm around Xie Yanshan's shoulder, and gave Good Fortune a knowing look.
