Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 556 Dialect: Another Humiliation

seabed.

Shana and Tomoyo were having a great time riding on Latias's back.

They were clearly unaware of the commotion they had caused on the shore.

"arrive."

Shana stopped Latias and looked at the empty sea in front of her. Shana stretched out her small hand and closed her eyes.

Ripples appeared on the seabed, and then a magnificent underwater palace appeared before everyone.

"Little Shana, how did you know there would be a palace here?" Jirachi's voice rang out.

"Because little Shana has been here before."

After Shana finished speaking, she placed her hand on the protective shield outside the palace. Immediately afterward, the shield rippled slightly, and then Shana led Tomoyo and the others into the palace.

ashore.

"Why would Little Shana want to go swimming in the deep sea?" Cynthia asked, standing next to Fang Yan.

"Maybe it's because Jirachi has never seen the sea? So they brought Jirachi to the beach to play," Fang Yan guessed.

"Jirachi might become interested in the deep sea during the process. Given Shana's personality, do you think she wouldn't take Jirachi for a stroll after finding out about its interest in the deep sea?"

"Ever since she returned from the Hoenn region and learned that she could not be harmed by the ocean, she has become increasingly conceited," Fang Yan sighed and said.

"We really need to teach them a lesson this time."

"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious about Shana's abilities. Is she immune to the ocean, or is it something like the power of the Viridian or the power of Aura?" Cynthia asked curiously.

Daigo and Michael, who were standing nearby, also cast curious glances at them.

According to Manaphy, the ocean bestowed its blessings upon Little Shana, making her like a little sea creature. The ocean cannot harm her in the slightest, and the Pokémon in the ocean also consider Little Shana one of their own.

Fang Yan stroked his chin and continued, "I usually call this ability of hers the Heart of the Ocean."

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"How is it? Isn't it great?" Fang Yan raised an eyebrow smugly at Xilona and the others.

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"Actually, I think 'Ocean Power' sounds better," Cynthia suggested.

"Champion Cynthia makes a lot of sense," Daigo agreed.

"Actually, according to the usual naming conventions, 'Ocean Power' would be more suitable."

"————" Fang Yan remained silent, Fang Yan shook his head, Fang Yan refused.

"No, let's call it Heart of the Ocean."

Cynthia and her two companions: ————

Fine, whatever, you were the one who found it first anyway.

"Hehe, Tomoyo, let's go to your house to change clothes now, and then go home." Shana emerged from the seabed—

"Come on," said Tomoyo, who was sitting on Latias's back, with a grin.

"It's getting dark, let's go back and change our clothes, otherwise Uncle will worry again."

Shana kept talking, but Tomoyo didn't answer her.

"Tomoyo, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Shana asked curiously, reaching out to touch Tomoyo's head and then shaking it.

"No water got in, so why aren't you saying anything? Did Jirachi's wish cost you stupidity?"

Tomoyo:————

Can't you even look at the atmosphere around you?

Tomoyo winked at Shana, signaling her to look behind her.

Why are you blinking so much? Does your eye hurt? Let me blow on it for you.

After Shana finished speaking, she tried to blow on Tomoyo's eyes, and the next second, her body floated into the air.

"Oh no!" Shana looked like she was doomed, then spun around in the air, looking at Fang Yan, whose face was gloomy and who was staring at her.

"Hehe, Uncle, what are you doing here?" Shana grinned, revealing her white teeth, and asked with a chuckle.

"Why did you come to Futaba Town today?"

Shana kept blinking, as if she had her hazard lights on.

Fang Yan smiled gently at her, then turned around, mounted the Nine-Tailed Fox, and left the beach.

Miss Gothic used her telekinesis to keep Shana and Tomoyo suspended in mid-air, and even Latias and the others couldn't escape. She also picked up their shoes and backpacks and followed up with Fang Yan's footsteps.

"Someone's going to be in trouble." As Mikoli passed by, she quipped to them.

Shana pouted, and she and Tomoyo were carried back to the breeding house by Gothic-sensei using her telekinesis.

Feeding house.

Fang Yan leisurely munched on a fried chicken leg, the crispy sound of which was beautiful and pleasant to hear.

"Mmm—the fried chicken legs are so delicious today!" Mrs. Fujino exclaimed in amazement.

"Was it Manager Fang Yan who cooked today?" Mrs. Fujino asked, chewing on a chicken leg.

Fang Yan smiled and nodded, "It's necessary to cook occasionally so that your skills don't get rusty."

"Delicious," Mr. Fujino said, then picked up a chicken leg, walked to the tree, and lightly waved it past several huge cocoons.

"What a pity, some people can't have any."

Ignoring his daughter's aggrieved expression, Mr. Fujino returned to the dining table, sat down in his seat, and began to eat a chicken leg.

The sound wasn't loud, but to Shana's ears it felt like a million ants were biting her.

I also want to eat fried chicken legs—and pig's trotters—and duck legs—

Shana's head was the only part of her body sticking out of the cocoon. She looked at Fang Yan and the others who were eating heartily next to her, and her mouth was practically watering.

"Uncle, little Shana knows she was wrong. Can you leave her a chicken leg?"

Shana began to appeal to his emotions.

Fang Yan turned to look at her, and then, under her expectant gaze, put the last chicken leg into his mouth and swallowed it.

Crunchy.

Shana's expression froze instantly, then dissipated in the wind.

Tomoyo sat to the side, obediently keeping her head down.

As long as I don't look at it, I won't crave it, and I won't feel hungry.

It's awful, awful, awful! It smells rotten, it's sour and bitter, it's not tasty at all!

Tomoyo kept hypnotizing herself in her mind.

The other two cocoons exhibited even more intense behavior.

Latias and Victini frantically shook their cocoons, trying to use their weight advantage to break them off and then go eat.

Why won't you give me food!

Latias's resentful voice kept ringing in Fang Yan's mind, babbling incessantly.

Finally, Fang Yan simply finished his meal and left the backyard.

Let's see how you dare to bother me now.

"Fang Yan, you have no heart!"

"Fang Yan, you have no conscience! How could you treat me like this!"

"Fang Yan, let me tell you! Back then, I followed you tirelessly, barely eating or sleeping, and even had to deal with those troublesome guys for you. Don't you have any gratitude for how I treated you?"

"And what about you?! How did you treat me! You tied me up, you didn't let me eat, and now you're tying me up and eating my chicken leg right in front of me! You have no heart!"

"You're utterly wicked! You have no conscience, Fang Yan! Come back here! Come back here right now!"

"My big chicken leg—you have no heart, dialect—"

"Heavens above, Arceus, I regret fighting you now. If I had known it would end like this, I should have let you—no, that's too harsh. I'll find another insult."

"You come back here right now! You heartless bastard—"

Fang Yan stopped and turned to look at Latias, who was howling like a banshee.

He almost laughed out of anger. He walked over to Latias, reached out and grabbed its little neck. One hand wasn't enough; he needed two.

"You can't eat well or sleep well when you're with me?" Fang Yan said through gritted teeth.

"I used to be able to grab your neck with one hand, but look at you now? It takes two hands to barely get a grip, and you're telling me this is not eating well?"

"Look at the insect silk used to wrap you; it's more than everyone else's combined. Is that what you call poor food?"

"You're probably the only one who knows the joys and sorrows of this journey, right?!"

Fang Yan took out Latias's old photos and placed them in front of Latias, saying, "Look at yourself from before, and then look at yourself again."

"I won't look! I earned this through my own hard work!" Latias closed his eyes.

"I'm not watching! Watching it will only make me feel worse! I'd rather not watch it at all!"

"Stay put!" Fang Yan said harshly, then looked at Bictini beside him.

"You think you can escape? How long has it been here? How long have you been here? Look at you, you've become a little w!"

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Bictini scrunched up her little face, looking aggrieved.

"Tini————"

That's all your fault!

"Blame me?!"

"Tini!"

What else?! Your food is so delicious! And you made so much! If I don't finish it, wouldn't it be a waste?!

Bictini spoke with absolute certainty.

"Why don't you say that Meloeta wouldn't do that?!"

"Tini!"

It's a girl! She won't look good if she gets fat!

As soon as Bictini uttered those words, he was knocked away by Latias's cocoon and swung around.

"What do you mean? Are you implying something about me? I even saved some good food for you!"

"Tini!"

I didn't! Sister Latias! It's all dialects sowing discord!

Ignoring the battle between the two Pokémon, Fang Yan went straight to Shana, reached out and pinched her chubby cheeks, and said with a smile, "Good girl Shana, go to the beach more often next time, and don't tell your parents, that way you can spend more time there."

Shana lowered her head upon hearing this.

"Little Shana knows she was wrong, doesn't she?" Shana said softly.

"It's no use. You have to hang it up properly and watch us eat it, that way you'll remember."

After speaking in dialect, he looked at Tomoyo and said, "Tomoyo too, I never expected you to join in her nonsense!"

Do you know how many people were terrified today?

"Tomoyo knows she was wrong." Tomoyo apologized sincerely.

"It's good that you know you were wrong. Just hang it up properly."

After speaking in dialect, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"I went to get dessert. What a pity, it was originally made for some people and Pokémon. Sigh, who knew we would end up eating more than we should have."

"No! No way! Little Shana's dessert!" Shana cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You don't have a dialect—"

"If you keep yelling at me like that, you'll never be allowed in the kitchen again. Do you think I don't know you often sneak into the kitchen to steal Alcremie's desserts?"

"Fang Yan, you did nothing wrong, you did a good job punishing me, I completely agree with your punishment, hehe."

Latias grinned and smiled at Fang Yan.

After dinner, Cynthia went to the rest area and sat down next to Fang Yan, who was working on something, and asked softly, "Are you sure you don't need to put them down?"

Fang Yan shook his head firmly, "Let them learn a lesson. Going hungry is the most painful punishment for them."

"Let them go hungry tonight, so they'll remember that some things can't be done on a whim."

After speaking in dialect, he stood up and went upstairs to take a shower.

"If I hadn't seen him in the kitchen just now, I might have believed him," Mikkel said with a smile, taking a sip of hot tea.

"The manager of the shop with the dialect has always been sharp-tongued but kind-hearted," Daigo commented.

"Perhaps it's because he comes from the mysterious East, where children are highly valued, which is why he's so nervous," Cynthia said. "That makes a lot of sense."

That evening, Miss Goth stood on the balcony and used her mental powers to pluck Shana and the others from the tree, then helped them untangle their cocoons.

Shana emerged from the cocoon and led the way to the kitchen.

Shana immediately spotted the large bowl with a lid on the table.

She ran over, climbed onto the stool, opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

"Hehe, I knew it! Uncle wouldn't have the heart to let us go hungry." Shana said happily, swinging her short legs as she sat in the chair.

"I told him he would definitely save food for us, including fried chicken legs."

Shana picked up a fried chicken leg and started munching on it. The delicious flavor exploded on her tongue, making her squint her eyes in comfort.

"Delicious fried chicken legs—"

"What if he doesn't leave us any food?" Kira asked curiously, munching on a chicken leg.

"Then I'll drag him up and make him cook for us again!" Shana clenched her little fists and said fiercely.

"Little Shana will show him that Little Shana's fists aren't to be trifled with."

Tomoyo looked up at the kitchen doorway, then quickly looked down and coughed twice.

"If he didn't want to, little Shana would just pound him away like that."

"Cough cough."

Tomoyo's coughing sounded again.

Shana kept talking until Miss Gothic couldn't stand it anymore and called out.

"Goethe".

Upon hearing Miss Goth's voice, Shana blinked, then stuffed the entire chicken leg into her mouth and buried her head on the table.

You can't see me—

You can't see me—

You can't see me—

Laughter from Cynthia and the others came from behind. Fang Yan walked into the kitchen and lifted Shana's head up.

"Eat properly, don't choke!"

"yes!"

"Weren't you saying you were going to punch me away?"

"Hehe, little Shana is just kidding. Uncle is so handsome and so nice. Little Shana likes Uncle the most and would never dare to hit him."

Shana spoke with a grin.

"Ha, do you think I'd believe that?" Fang Yan sneered, then took the dessert out of the cupboard.

"I've decided, I'm not giving you any, lest someone punches me away when they grow up."

Fang Yan was carrying a dessert and was about to leave the kitchen when Shana grabbed his leg. He looked down and saw that Shana was lying on the ground, hugging his leg.

"Don't go—"

"Now you can't bear to part with me?"

"Don't take my dessert with you."

The laughter outside the door grew louder.

dialect:----

You—I—He—

In the end, Fang Yan decided not to humiliate himself.

"Eat up, eat up."

"Hehe, Uncle is the best~"