That's my sister-in-law holding the umbrella, heading for the door.
We had a good chicken and noodle lunch here, although I'm not too keen on the way duck, goose and chicken is often served in China and Taiwan. It tastes good, but I prefer to grab a hunk of meat and eat it without having to separate it from the bone, or worrying about small pieces of bone that broke off when the chicken was hacked apart with a cleaver. I'm picky, I admit it.
From where I was sitting, I could see whole, plucked chickens being carried by the neck from a back room into the kitchen, 6 or more at a time. I didn't get to see the hacking.