My Pokémon Story of Seasons

A few minutes later, the Pokémon emerged from the hut one by one.

Sweet Bamboo shook her little head, feeling dizzy, and spun around like she was drunk.

The foam squirrel's face turned pale; it was clearly quite frightened by what it had just experienced.

Two shurabi floated in the air, whispering to each other and occasionally letting out silvery laughter.

"Looks like everyone's had enough fun, right?" Tong Hua squatted down and gently supported Tian Zhuzhu, who was still spinning around.

The little guy let out a soft "Ah-ma" and collapsed onto the ground, his eyes swirling like mosquito coils.

The grass turtle slowly crawled to his feet and rubbed its head against his trouser leg.

Only Miltank remains in the Pokémon House, seemingly quite satisfied with its new home.

"Finally, hang up the house number, and you're all done!"

Tong Hua took out two pieces of wood, put them together, and wrote on them with a charcoal pencil.

"The House of Milk Tank: Contains Fierce Bulls, Enter at Your Own Risk!"

After doing all that, Tong Hua moved the milking machine and the milk can to the door of the hut.

"You'll be living here alone from now on. It would be even better if you could express milk yourself."

"Miru~"

The big milk jug poked its head out from the gate, nodding vigorously like it was pounding garlic.

Afterwards, Tong Hua repaired several damaged sections of the fence on the grassland, and used up all the repaired wooden planks.

The remaining logs were all stored in vacant barns, to be processed later if needed.

After doing all this, Tong Hua breathed a long sigh of relief.

A new facility has been added to the ranch: Pokémon House!

Finally, I achieved the goal I set for myself, and Fairy Tale Ranch has made some progress.

……

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, time to prepare dinner.

"Creating a menu must be the most brain-intensive job in the world..."

Tong Hua returned to the cabin with the Pokémon, fetched a bucket of water, and stood in the kitchen, pondering the most important question of the day.

What should we have for dinner?

You should know that this is not an ordinary dinner.

This is a crucial dinner that will determine whether Tong Hua can unlock her career as a chef! If successful, it will be an extremely meaningful meal.

We don't have much food left at home, just some meat and some wild spring vegetables we picked today. Fortunately, we still have most of the seasonings left.

"I should go grocery shopping again tomorrow... In that case, I might as well cook three dishes and a soup!"

After eating so many foreign dishes for days, Tong Hua wanted to try some Chinese home-style cooking for the first time in a long time.

"Cold dishes, steamed rice, stir-fried vegetables, stir-fried meat slices, egg drop soup..."

As Tong Hua thought about it, her mouth started watering.

He quickly rolled up his sleeves, took out several ceramic bowls from the cupboard, and placed them on the stove with a clattering sound.

Sunlight streamed in at an angle through the wooden windows, making the room very bright.

The foam squirrel curiously jumped onto the counter, its clean little paws digging into the bottles and jars of seasonings.

Cooking still starts with rinsing the rice.

Tong Hua scooped out two spoonfuls of fine rice and poured them into the wooden basin. As water was poured in, small whirlpools appeared.

Carefully grind the rice grains with both hands to remove surface dust.

The grass turtle slowly crawled over and helped pour the rice water into the water tank outside the house.

These are all used for watering the fields. Although they are not as nutritious as the sweat of the sweet bamboo, they are better than nothing.

The firewood crackled in the stove, and Tong Hua adjusted the flames with tongs. Wisps of smoke began to rise again from the chimney of the wooden house.

White steam gradually rose from the steamer, and the aroma of rice mixed with the scent of pine wood filled the kitchen.

Two shirabi floated above the steam, swirling around like dancers, turning the mist into a spiral.

"Next up is cold bracken salad."

The wild ferns I picked from the stream were still wet with water droplets, and they shone brightly on the cutting board.

The cleaver made a crisp, rhythmic sound as it moved up and down, and the chopped wild vegetables piled up like a small mountain in the earthenware basin.

Tong Hua suddenly remembered something, turned around and took the jar containing chili powder from the cupboard.

The moment the jar was opened, the smell wafting out made the foam squirrel sneeze.

The moment the wok heats up, the grease sizzles as it hits the metal.

Thinly sliced ​​smoked meat curls up with golden edges in the pan, oil sizzling and popping.

The sound of stir-frying startled Tian Zhuzhu, who hid behind Tong Hua's legs, but couldn't help looking up again.

The most time-consuming part is making the sauces.

Tong Hua squatted down and rummaged through the locker, finally pulling out a jar of honey she had bought earlier.

The amber-colored honey swirls in the bowl with the balsamic vinegar, gradually melting into a clear sauce.

Tong Hua stirred with all her might, and the soreness in her wrists was even greater than when she was doing woodworking.

After preparing the sauce, Tong Hua turned around and started cooking the soup.

Golden egg flowers tumbled in the soup pot. Tong Hua flicked her wrist slightly, pulling the beaten egg liquid into thin strands.

Finally, sprinkle on some tender green scallions, and the aroma of the steaming hot dish will immediately fill the air.

After working in the kitchen for half a day, I finally finished before it got completely dark.

Tong Hua lit an oil lamp, and the dining table in the wooden house was set out to the brim.

The glistening rice steamed, the cold bracken salad was garnished with bright red chili oil, the smoked meat slices shone with oil, and the green vegetables were as green as jade.

Fortunately, the Pokémon helped bring all the dishes over, and everyone sat around the table, each with their own bowl of food.

Tong Hua stood in the kitchen wiping the sweat from her forehead when she suddenly noticed a small wildflower that someone had placed on the edge of the stove.

He smiled and tucked the flower behind his ear, when suddenly a familiar panel appeared before his eyes.

[The dish was successfully enjoyed ten times!]

[Unlock Achievement: Beginner Chef]

"finally……"

Tong Hua was slightly excited; his guess had indeed been correct.

However, it seems to have deviated slightly.

"Isn't it about being enjoyed ten times, not about successfully cooking ten times?"

Looking back on the past few days, Tong Hua realized that apart from the two meals of noodles she ate on the first day after she transmigrated, her cooking had probably been enjoyed by others the whole time.

After all, it's really hard to make dried noodles taste good...

With a thought, Tong Hua summoned the job panel, casually grabbed the handle of the frying pan next to him, and instantly switched from jobless to chef.

[Cook: Level 11]

Status: None

Experience points: 1520/7430

[Professional Skills: Manufacturing, Processing, High-Speed ​​Manufacturing]

Like the woodcarver profession, the cook, who is also a production profession, has two passive skills: making and processing.

The effects are to improve production efficiency and processing precision. Based on Tong Hua's experience over the past few days, the biggest advantage of these two skills is that they allow the body to make the best choices automatically during operation.

It's like being in an auto-play mode; even if you don't actively use it, your body will automatically start moving.

"What exactly is this high-speed production?"

Tong Hua looked at the last item in the skill bar, and a detailed description immediately came to mind.

"Hmm... high-speed production, I see. It consumes a lot of stamina to increase processing efficiency and greatly accelerate the processing progress."

"Heh, it's an active skill. I remember there's a chance it will fail when used in the game. I wonder how it is in real life."

Tong Hua stroked his chin, recalling his experiences from his previous life. The processing system in the game aimed to maximize the processing progress and quality bar before running out of stamina.

In reality, this means the higher the quality of the finished product, the better. To date, the highest quality product Tong Hua has obtained using various processing methods is only grade C.

He had always thought that this was due to the limitations of the quality of the materials used in the processing.

However, in the game, even using low-level materials, it is possible to process high-quality finished products.

Therefore, what he lacks must be the skills that are only available in these games!

Ultimately, Tong Hua came to this conclusion.

"If we use high-speed processing, maybe even dried noodles can be made into high-quality dishes?"

Even after saying this, Tong Hua frowned. But it was indeed possible…

Just as Tong Hua was lost in thought, a commotion suddenly came from the living room behind her.

"La-beep?" Pink Celebi flew over, concerned for Tong Hua.

"Ah, here it comes!"

Tong Hua then came to her senses and quickly took off her apron and went to the dining table.

At the dining table, the Pokémon were already eagerly waiting for him.

Sweet Bamboo's little paws clung to the edge of the table, its eyes fixed intently on the cold bracken salad...

The foam squirrel, clutching its little bowl, would occasionally steal a glance at the stir-fried meat slices...

Even the usually calm and collected grass turtle couldn't help but stretch its neck and sniff the aroma of the rice.

The one that waited the longest was the green Celebi. It couldn't resist sneaking a bite, only to be spotted by the pink Celebi next to it.

Delicious food was right in front of them, but they had to endure it; the scene was nothing short of torture...

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" Tong Hua smiled as she sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and said, "Let's eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Pokémon cheered and started eating.

In an instant, the wooden house was filled with laughter and cheerful voices again.