The Dark Secret Behind the Delicious Chicken Feet

Do you enjoy eating chicken feet? After hearing this story, you might think twice before indulging. Ah Fang, a street food vendor, used to have an average business. However, his fortune changed dramatically after receiving guidance from a mysterious expert. His signature dish, soy sauce chicken feet, became immensely popular, and he could only serve ten portions daily.

This limited supply frustrated me as a customer. Sometimes, I arrived late, and the chicken feet were already sold out. One night, unable to sleep because of my craving, I remembered Ah Fang's strange habit: he kept his kitchen area covered in black curtains, concealing his cooking process. Even more perplexing, I had never seen him buy chicken feet or observed any chickens in his vicinity. Where did he source his ingredients?

Driven by curiosity, I decided to hide on his rooftop one night and peek through a gap in the roof tiles to uncover his secret. I was determined to learn his recipe for the beloved chicken feet. However, what I witnessed that night would haunt me forever.

I saw a human hand, still connected to a living person. This person's face contorted in agony, but they couldn't utter a sound. Emaciated and barely skin and bones, their hands remained fleshy, and one of them was nailed to the wall. It had a sickly, yellowish hue mixed with traces of blood, and it trembled. Suddenly, someone ordered a portion of chicken feet, and Ah Fang expertly sliced off a piece from the living person's hand. He swiftly prepared it, added seasoning, and served a sizzling plate of chicken feet.

As he carried the dish away, I noticed Ah Fang briefly glance in my direction and smile. The sound of my fall from the roof, landing in Ah Fang's kitchen, startled us both.