Daddy and the Haunted Hawker Stall

Chapter 1: The Ghostly Whispers

It was a typical bustling evening at Claypot Daddy—the sound of sizzling woks filled the air, the aroma of slow-braised meats made mouths water, and foodies eagerly lined up for their favorite dishes.

Then, the lights flickered.

A cold wind rushed through the hawker center.

And from the farthest, darkest corner, came a whisper—low, eerie, and filled with hunger.

"Daddy... you dare cook in my territory?"

The crowd froze, spoons clattering to the ground. Everyone knew the legend.

A long-abandoned hawker stall, cursed after its chef disappeared decades ago. No one dared set up shop there. Until now.

Daddy wiped his hands and smirked. “Ghost or no ghost, Daddy’s still serving up the best food in Singapore.”

Chapter 2: The Phantom Chef Appears

As Daddy stepped toward the haunted stall, the air grew heavy with the scent of burnt rice and forgotten spices.

Then, from the shadows, he appeared—The Phantom Chef.

Draped in a torn apron, his face obscured by steam, he floated above the old wok station.

"No one cooks here but me!" the ghostly figure howled. "Leave, or be consumed by my wrath!"

Daddy cracked his knuckles. “Alright, Chef. Let’s settle this the only way that matters—through flavor.”

The challenge had been set.

Chapter 3: The Battle of the Woks

🔥 WHOOSH!

The Phantom Chef struck first, his wok erupting in flames as he tossed in aged, cursed spices.

The air filled with an overwhelming scent of bitterness and regret, warping the minds of those nearby.

But Daddy? Daddy wasn’t shaken.

With a single move, he reached for his signature blend of fresh herbs and spices from Claypot Daddy’s menu.

The moment they hit the wok, the aroma of garlic, chili, and soy caramelized into perfection, cutting through the ghostly energy.

The crowd gasped.

The Phantom Chef staggered back.

"What… what is this power?"

Daddy smirked. "It’s called real wok hei, kid."

Chapter 4: The Dish of Redemption

The battle raged on, the Phantom Chef trying dish after dish, each one drowned in ancient, overpowering flavors.

But Daddy? Daddy knew balance.

With a final move, he plated a dish never before tasted in this haunted stall—a perfect, golden-brown bowl of wok-fried rice, its flavors infused with the legendary wok hei found at Claypot Daddy’s kitchen.

The Phantom Chef took a bite.

The moment the flavors hit his tongue, his ghostly form flickered.

"This… this is how food is meant to taste..."

The darkness lifted. The air grew warm.

And for the first time in decades, the haunted stall was free.

Chapter 5: The Grand Reopening

With the Phantom Chef at peace, Daddy officially reclaimed the lost hawker stall, bringing it back to life as a brand-new Claypot Daddy location.

Food lovers flooded in, eager to taste the legendary dish that had defeated the ghost.

"Daddy! Can we try it?"

Daddy chuckled. "Check out our promotions and see for yourself."

"And what if we want to visit all of Daddy’s locations?"

Daddy grinned, pointing to Claypot Daddy’s locations. "You know where to find me."

As the city celebrated, Daddy turned back to his kitchen, victorious once more.

And with a final wink, he whispered:

"Daddy’s waiting for you. XOXO."