Do you have an appetite for chicken feet? After hearing this story, would you dare to savor them again? Ah Fang is the owner of a bustling street food stall. His business used to be quite ordinary, but everything changed when he received guidance from a mysterious mentor. His signature dish became the beloved soy sauce chicken feet, but there was a catch – he limited the daily servings to only ten portions.
This scarcity led to an agonizing experience for food enthusiasts like me. Sometimes, I arrived too late, and they were already sold out. On one fateful day, I was so desperate for a taste that I couldn't even sleep. But here's where the story takes an eerie turn.
Ah Fang had a peculiar quirk. He always kept his kitchen concealed with black curtains. Nobody knew how he prepared his dishes. What made it even stranger was that I never saw him purchase chicken feet, nor did he have any chickens of his own. This begged the question: Where did he source his ingredients?
Unable to bear my curiosity any longer, I decided to sneak onto his roof one day. I lifted a corner of the roof tiles, determined to learn his secrets. What I saw was an unforgettable sight. I beheld a hand – a human hand, still connected to its owner, although not entirely. The person was alive, but their face contorted in agony, yet they couldn't utter a sound.
The body appeared emaciated, with skin tightly clinging to bones, but the hand was remarkably plump and pulsating, a sickly grayish-yellow. It had a hint of blood and trembled involuntarily. Just then, someone ordered a serving of chicken feet. I witnessed Ah Fang swiftly and skillfully chop off a piece from that bizarre hand, which he immediately tossed into the pot with seasonings.
In no time, a delectable plate of chicken feet emerged from the sizzling pot. Ah Fang brought it out, but that's when I noticed him grinning in my direction. Suddenly, a loud "thud" echoed, and I tumbled into Ah Fang's kitchen, trapped in a chilling revelation.