Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 117 Laying Eggs

Fang Yan, lying in the old chair, was unaware of all this.

Gothic Boy looked at Fang Yan lying on the chair with a helpless expression.

The young lady in the dress at the counter covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

The poisonous rose, on the other hand, was wandering in the heavens.

Gengar, who was watching cartoons nearby, turned down the volume.

Gothic Boy picked up the book that had fallen to the ground, then took the blanket that Miss Skirt had taken from under the counter and covered Fang Yan with it.

Gengar swallowed the snack in its mouth and saw Gothic Boy carefully putting away the tea set on the table next to Dialect.

"Kou Jie— (very quietly)"

Gothic looked over and saw Gengar pointing to the table next to him with its chubby little finger.

I want to drink too.

The young boy brought the tea set.

Gengar looked at it with a grin.

The little boy ignored it, put the tea set down there, and walked toward the backyard.

You don't speak a dialect, yet you expect me to make you tea? Dream on.

However, before leaving, it still filled Gengar's teacup.

However, unlike Fang Yan, he wouldn't stand next to Fang Yan, pour him a cup of tea after Fang Yan finished his, and replace it when the tea became weak.

It has mastered the tea-making technique learned from the local dialect.

However, apart from the local dialect, it seems that no one at the breeding house can enjoy its thoughtful tea-making service.

Although it is the Pokémon in the nursery that most often argues with Fang Yan.

Gengar's face immediately fell, hehe.

Then it drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, opened the lid, and found that there was no water left.

He went to the kitchen and fetched a kettle of hot water himself.

I brewed myself another pot of tea.

They happily sipped their tea, but instead of watching cartoons, they watched cartoons.

Always feel something is not right.

Gengar thought for a while, and then suddenly realized.

She floated to the rooftop room, picked up the beads that Fang Yan had carved for her, went back downstairs, drank tea, twirled the beads with her chubby little hands, and watched cartoons.

Gengar picked up the teacup with its hand and took a sip of hot tea.

"Kou Jie Yi"

This is the taste.

Fang Yan scratched his butt, turned to a different position, opened his eyes, noticed Gengar's movements, closed his eyes again, and went back to sleep.

The autumn afternoon slipped through the fingers of dialect.

The dialect opens its eyes, and its soul wanders beyond the heavens.

He threw off the blanket and sat up.

I found a guest sitting in the rest area. Miss Skirt was holding a list of the animal nursery and introducing the nursery's services to him.

Gengar was making him tea.

The service was excellent.

Upon seeing that Fang Yan was awake, the guest stood up and politely greeted her.

Fang Yan remembers him; he was the third-place winner in the breeding cup.

"Store Manager."

Fang Yan rubbed her eyes, gesturing for him to sit down, as she herself didn't want to stand up anymore.

He took the teacup from Gengar and took a sip.

It can't compare to the tea brewed by the Gothic boy himself.

This phrase is something that people in this dialect only dare to say secretly in their hearts.

Otherwise, given Gengar's jealous nature, it would definitely take a long time to coax it.

After thanking Gengar, Fang Yan looked at the trainer.

His name seems to be A-Feng.

Let me introduce you to the services we offer.

"No need, shopkeeper. Miss Skirt, Gengar, and Roselia have already explained them to me very clearly."

Fang Yan nodded and turned to look at Miss Skirt and the others.

He gestured that they were doing the right thing, then looked at Ah Feng.

"So, have you decided which service you'd like to choose?"

"I want to lay an egg in your breeding house."

dialect:?!

Looking at Fang Yan's shocked expression.

Ah Feng knew he had misunderstood, so he quickly waved his hand.

"These are my Pokémon. I want them to lay an egg at the nursery. Here's the thing: my Pokémon and my childhood friend's Pokémon have developed a bond. We originally planned to come together, but she suddenly had something to do today and couldn't make it, so I came by myself."

Ah Feng scratched the back of his head and said:

"She's a Contest coordinator. A while ago, she met a child who couldn't become a Trainer due to health reasons. She seemed to really like my Swampert, so I was thinking of laying an egg and giving it to her."

"My childhood sweetheart and I discussed it and decided to come and take a look."

Fang Yan nodded.

Although it's another childhood sweetheart relationship or something.

But there's nothing we can do about it; the Pokémon world has plenty of things, but plenty of childhood friends.

However, they are quite kind-hearted.

"No problem, your Pokémon are Swampert and—"

"Oh, it's the Swamp King."

After Ah Feng finished speaking, he released Swampert and Swamp King.

According to the principle that Pokémon follow the mother when laying eggs, Swampert is female.

"Furthermore, I've heard that Pokémon that lay eggs at your breeding center will encounter good luck, and will also bring good luck to their trainers."

"?!"

"Where did you hear that from?"

Fang Yan was a little confused, not even knowing that there was such a saying.

That's what everyone's saying outside.

Seeing Ah Feng's matter-of-fact attitude, Fang Yan stood up.

"These are all mystical concepts. Come with me, and I'll show you the situation at our breeding facility, and you'll understand."

A-Feng nodded and followed behind Fang Yan.

When they arrived in the backyard, Shana was playing on the seesaw with Monini and the others.

A queen bee was whispering secrets to a muskbird in a tree.

A blazing fiery horse was leisurely lying on the grass, chatting with a X-ray cat.

We walked all the way to the lake area.

A group of Marill, Psyduck, and some Pokémon that can swim are lining up, taking turns diving from the diving platform in various different styles.

Thump thump.

The entire backyard was filled with laughter and joy.

Ah Feng became more and more satisfied as he looked at it.

No wonder they say it brings good luck.

He took a berry that Patchlitz had given him, took a bite, and thought to himself.

He glanced at the expressions of Swampert and Swamp King and found that they were also very satisfied.

He was relieved.

He spoke a few words in the local dialect.

Fang Yan nodded, then led him back to the front to register his information.

Finally, after leaving Swampert and Marsh King behind, he left the breeding house.

Fang Yan personally led Swampert and Swamp King to the Lake District.

They were initially a little scared, fearing they wouldn't be welcomed by the Pokémon in the lake area.

The opposite happened.

The Golduck and Marill families gave Swampert and Quagsire the warmest welcome.

In particular, it also allowed the Swamp Monster to climb onto the diving platform.

Its enormous body leaped down.

thump!

Fangyan cleverly hid behind Gengar.

Gengar: ?

Gengar wiped the water off its face, turned around, and found that Fangyan had already run away.

"Goblin!"

You stop right there!

Gengar, with its big tongue sticking out, relentlessly pursued it.

The fiery horse and the Röntgen cat moved to a different spot on the grass and lay down again.

The Bee Queen in the tree seemed unfazed, while Staraptor watched with great interest as the two birds, Fangyan and Gengar, fought each other.

Sure enough, I've come to like this kind of life.

The bird chuckled softly.