Chapter 337
As he lapped the savoury thick soup and not being fully satisfied, he greedily poured down its entire contents into his throat . A wave of faint burnt charcoal taste slid down his throat into his belly, leaving a rich aftertaste .
"This . . . . . . . . " Sheyan carefully observed . "Isn't this the commonly seen 'Wun Tsai Chi' ?"
'Wun Tsai Chi' is a common snack offered by street stalls in Hong Kong, usually sold in small bowls . It is also known to be an imitation shark fin soup without any notable valuable ingredients . Strictly speaking, it could be considered in the same category as chicken wing . . . . .
This small bowl of 'Wun Tasi Chi' primarily consisted of shiitake mushrooms, shredded meat, ham, egg and vermicelli; such ingredients weren't unique, and were thickly layered with cornstarch after slowly cooking for 3 hours . Its most distinct favour would be determined by the unique soup stock of the stall owner .
Sheyan craved for another bowl, as he raised his bowl to request for a replenishment . The yellow skinny woman strolled over to collect his bowl, her face grim as she thought Sheyan was just here for a free meal . Hence, she sternly issued a "No more" to him, turning around as she carried her basin full of soup away .
The next thing he saw was the male owner, along with two assistants, carrying over a huge covered wok and placing it on the stove . The boiling water within the wok seemed to weight 50 kg . The greasy surface at the tip boiled vigorously, producing foam and dispersed out with an unexplainable and thick aroma .
Witnessing this scene, some customers shook their heads and sigh, leaving their empty seats behind . Several waiting customers immediately pounce forward to occupy the vacant seats . Some people even starting phoning their colleagues, asking if they wanted takeaways .
Sheyan was a little curious, sitting quietly to observe . After a brief while, that yellow skinny woman marched over with a sullen face; using her greasy and filthy notebook along with a cracked pen, as she registered each orders of the sitting customers .
Sheyan was baffled internally, indecisive of what he wanted to eat . Yet one of his good points was not being picky, moreover that previous bowl of soup had left him with a favourable impression . He strained his ears to hear the nearby person ordering; when it was his time, he imitated the exact words .
"3 portions of the back leg, spice paste, a half portion of offals . "
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After one of the serving attendants carried over a piping hot bowl, he finally realized that this was actually boiled dog meat! No wonder some weren't willing to eat . Yet the person he imitated from was eating like as though he was an unruly duck on a wild goose chase .
In front of him, the dog meat was stewed skilfully, its furless sleek skin swivelled around in the soup . The snowy white thick soup had several fresh green shallots sprinkled over . A strong fragrance assailed his nose, at the bottom of the soup were rare pulps of yellow pea .
Not a person was muttering a single word here; everyone seated here had forsaken their societal identities as white-collared, black society, police, public servant, prostitutes and more . All that were left were gluttons . He could only hear the savory joy of people sucking and chewing on their food . . . .
To Sheyan, his previous bowl of 'Wun Tsai Chi' didn't count as proper food . He licked his lips and could hear himself swallowing his saliva . Moved by his surroundings, he coordinated his chopsticks as he tore of a large clump of robust meat off the dog leg . After blowing at it, he dipped it inside the spicy garlic paste by the side, and consumed it . He could clearly hear his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, releasing delightful joys . The unique flavor of dog meat and oil, mixed with random condiments slithered down his body, causing his fingers to move involuntarily to tear of a second slice .
With the enhancement of the spicy garlic paste and after eating 3 chunks of meat consecutively, Sheyan hiccupped with satisfaction; grabbing a bowl of soup to drink . The bowl was bland, probably lacking salt . Yet it was effective in rinsing away the greasiness in his mouth . The peas beneath the soup were soft; his tongue gently crushing it into pieces .
As he continued eating, he felt regretful after the third piece . When he was at his fifth, he felt an intense frustration . After eating two more mouthfuls, he finally called out loudly .
"Boss, get me another kilogram of dog's meat!"
The skinny yellow woman walked over with an icy cold tone .
"No . "
Sheyan replied .
" . . . . . . . and if I add cash?"
The skinny yellow woman became impatient as she gnashed her teeth at Sheyan .
"NO!!!! Scram after you finish, don't disturb this lady boss's business . This lady boss has a game of mahjong at 3!"
Facing the fierce and ferocious lady boss; Sheyan could only reluctantly finish his meat, drink his soup and finally finished up the mixed dog offals . It was here that he realized the dog offals weren't chargeable, they were like pickled radish in restaurants . After paying his bill, he actually only had to pay for the 3 portions of dog meat . The price was extremely fair, no wonder customers flocked here like wild ducks . *
After filling his tummy, Sheyan's spirits were uplifted as he decided to shop around for gifts before flying back to Taiwan . Nothing noteworthy happened along the way . Sanzi had followed in accordance with Sheyan's arrangement; renting a seaside detached house before inviting the old granny to care of Uncle Dasi .
After returning home, he only saw the granny sweeping the floor without Uncle Dasi's and Sanzi's presence . Sheyan then found out they had went to the hospital to change the dressing of his hand . Strangely, this process would normally only require an hour, but an entire half afternoon had elapsed already .
Sheyan was familiar with the hospital that Uncle Dasi frequented; he had recommended this to Uncle Dasi, which was known as the 'Executive Yuan, military associated hospital for the retiree citizens' . Due to its relations with the military, they were known to be skilled in medical treatment .
Before Uncle Dasi got his treatment, his wound was always festering boils, but now it had finally healed up; probably only leaving a scar within a week's time . Sheyan was immensely worried and reckoned that something was up . He hurriedly ran over to the road to flag a cab .
After reaching the hospital, Sheyan noticed several black sedans parked at its entrance . He didn't really care as he strided in . After inquiring with the counter lady, and finding out the dressing treatment was at the fifth floor, he took the lift up . Suddenly, he realized the main door of the hospital were dripping with wet bloodstains, which appeared countless times until he arrived at the lift entrance . The bloodstains were fresh, and had probably surfaced several hours earlier .
After Sheyan went inside the lift, it was similarly a similar scene of blood where its interior carpet was stained with moist blackness . After reaching the fifth floor, he could see a frightened and nervous expression of a nurse . Even the doctors here carried a fearful expression and their spoken words were executed in whispers, as though they were frightened by something .
Sheyan probed a few steps in, before heading towards the lateral treatment rooms . After a corner he halted his footsteps . Ahead of him, inside the 30 metre long corridor, the stretch of two seats along it were densely packed with matured males, both young and old . Some were smoking, and had flustered expressions, some had flourishing tattoos and distinct scars; occasionally vulgarities could be heard .
Naturally, such a scene only happened in black society movies . Most probably, one of the gang boss had suffered a crushing blow . These gang members all carried sorrowful looks on their faces, along with traces of unwavering loyalty .
Although the atmosphere here was stern and stifling, Sheyan had experienced such scenes on numerous occasions before . In actual fact, not a single member gave him the shuddering sensation of a wild beast . He directly strolled into the corridor .
The gang members casted a cold and murderous look at him, being glared at like this was rather uncomfortable . When Sheyan arrived at before a gang member, who was wearing a suit with sunglasses, he was obstructed . Another male, with folded hands against his chest and wearing a gold necklace, stood up and warned .
"Little kid, what are you doing?"
Sheyan didn't want any trouble, he slanted his head and gently replied .
"Visiting a patient . "
The gold-necklace male continued .
"Who?"
Sheyan answered indifferently .
"Visiting my uncle . My little brother accompanied him to the doctor . The counter said treatment room 5-07 . "
The gold-necklace male seemed like he didn't want another unnecessary trouble, thus he let Sheyan go . Suddenly, an argument resounded at the treatment room at the end of the corridor . It swiftly escalated to loud scoldings, before a glass shattering sound pierced out . Then the door was smashed open, a curled out person was tossed out at the same time along with an unceasing torrent of obscenities .
"Little scumbag! Before my big brother's health report is out, nobody is f**king allowed to get treatment, even the doctor has to wait! F*** off, get your medicine from your mum!"
Sheyan's pupils instantly shrank; because the curled up figure was exceedingly familiar, it was shockingly Sanzi!
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