Chris was wearing a shirt with the top two buttons undone and a cowboy hat atop his head, paired with a pair of jeans, and on his feet, mercifully, a pair of leather shoes instead of cowboy boots.
Yang Yi frowned and said, "You're really going to the Anderson Research Association dressed like that?"
Chris, slowing down his normal pace of speech by at least two beats, drawled, "I'm a Texan."
Yang Yi spread his hands and countered, "Not all Texans look like this, at least they change into a different outfit when they go abroad for market development, right?"
Chris shook his head, still using his leisurely drawl, "But that's just who I am."
Unable to help himself, Yang Yi asked, "How can you speak so slowly?"
"Ah, I once pretended to be a Texan."
Yang Yi exhaled and said, "Take off the hat; the rest is fine, just go like that."
Removing the hat, Chris lamented slowly, "Shame though, it was so hard to find this hat."
