I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

"Although it's very impolite, I still want to ask if you know how to cook pig intestines?" Lordan asked somewhat embarrassedly. Heath was taken aback; this guest's taste was indeed quite strange.

Chapter 315 Pig Intestines

Pig intestines, that's just three words, but Heath still prefers to call it fatty intestines. It's a very unique and selective ingredient, mainly because of the texture and part of the intestines.

Fatty intestines are simply pig intestines, and what's inside them is... well, those who know, know. That's why many people are very reluctant to eat fatty intestines, always feeling that eating them is like having intimate contact with something filthy and unclean.

Some unscrupulous vendors have made outstanding contributions to this cause. Even people who love to eat pork intestines would be extremely upset if they found something that hadn't been properly cleaned out in their food. If they had said something like "the pork intestines have a very strong smell," their mood would probably be even worse.

Not vomiting it out on the spot is a testament to good mental fortitude.

However, people who like to eat pork intestines really love it. It's an indescribable kind of love. They love the unique taste and texture of pork intestines, especially the greasy part inside, which they find irresistible. But the Pokémon world is a world that leans more towards the West and is more like an island nation, so Heath really didn't expect anyone to come and ask him if he knew how to cook pork intestines.

You should know that this stuff is not usually available in the market. Heath had to ask around before he learned that pig intestines are usually sent directly to factories after slaughter and processed into fish feed or something similar.

However, seeing the somewhat apprehensive Mr. Lordan before him, Heath nodded with a smile, knowing it wouldn't be good to keep the guest waiting too long.

"Really?!" Mr. Lordan was very excited. It was clear that Mr. Lordan hadn't expected that Heath would actually be able to cook pig intestines.

"Of course, sir, but I don't have pork intestines here." Heath seemed to nod, then shook his head. There really was no way to get them. Even Heath couldn't buy pork intestines. Even if he was a culinary genius, he couldn't conjure ingredients out of thin air. That would be too absurd.

“I have some here, I just bought them.” Mr. Lordan happily took out a plastic bag and handed it to Heath. Heath looked at Mr. Lordan strangely. It was really rare for a guest to bring ingredients to the restaurant to eat. However, as long as the guest did not intend to bring ingredients to the restaurant to cook for himself, Heath had no objection.

To be precise, if a guest insists on bringing their own ingredients to the restaurant to cook for themselves, as long as they pay, Heath has no objection.

“Okay, just a moment… Do you have any preferences regarding how you want to eat pig intestines?” Heath asked Mr. Lordan. This was very important, since Heath generally recommended braising the intestines first. Heath also preferred braised intestines, as they tasted good, and braised intestines were also delicious when used in other dishes.

“No particular requirements… does it matter if it’s delicious?” Mr. Lordan smiled happily, but Heath glanced at the top of his head, then smiled, nodded, and turned to prepare the food for Mr. Lordan.

Heath chuckled as he prepared the large intestine. The preparation of the large intestine was simple: to clean it thoroughly. Some places required the removal of the greasy layer inside the intestine, while others required it to be left on. Whether to leave it on or not was ultimately up to the diner's preference.

However, Mr. Lordan said there were no requirements on how to cook the intestines, but in Heath's opinion, the requirements were extremely detailed, so detailed that Heath suspected they were copied from a recipe book. But Heath remembered that there shouldn't be any recipes for intestines in the Pokémon world. People in that world look down on offal and hardly anyone eats it. Mr. Lordan was the first to express his desire to eat it.

“Perhaps Mr. Lordan is a fan of offal.” Heath didn’t think much of it and began to prepare the offal that Mr. Lordan wanted to eat.

Heath still planned to braise the pork intestines first. Although customers had their own preferred flavors and cooking methods, Heath felt that improvement was a basic skill that a chef needed to master.

For this purpose, Hiss poured some braising liquid into Diallucca's pressure cooker, then added the cleaned pork intestines, and then scooped a small spoonful of salt from memory. After quickly braising, he then cooked the pork intestines according to Mr. Lordan's almost recipe-like method. Finally, Hiss served a fragrant leek and pork intestine rice bowl to Mr. Lordan.

"Please enjoy your meal, guest." Heath said with a smile, but the next second Heath noticed that Lordan's expression was a little strange. He stared blankly at the fatty intestines in front of him, then picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fatty intestine with a speed that was almost as if he wanted to use his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then the speed slowed down, and slower and slower.

Heath returned to the dining car, and Mr. Lordan's eating speed returned to normal. He even bought a cup of milk tea from Heath with a smile and drank it happily, while Heath looked at the reward in his hand with some strangeness.

[MSG of Memory: Adding it to soup can make it taste like the best flavor from your memory. This applies only to soups.]

Heath was somewhat surprised. This Mr. Lordan was truly a treasure, giving him two ingredients from his memories. Although the MSG could only be used in soup, it was still very good. Heath liked it very much, even to the point of being fond of it.

However, this stuff has a drawback: it only weighs 500 grams, which is 100 grams less than salt.

Heath decided to put the salt and MSG in separate glasses, label them, and preferably use special glasses so that he wouldn't mix them up. Otherwise, if he used the salt he remembered when making salt-baked chicken, Heath would probably cry his eyes out.

By the time Heath had put the bag of MSG away, Mr. Lordan had already finished eating. When Heath looked over, he could only see Mr. Lordan's departing figure.

"Next time I see Mr. Lordan, I must treat him well." Heath put away his table and chairs with satisfaction, then set the autopilot to drive towards Officer Jenny's dormitory area. After dinner was ready, Heath would rest for a while, and then go check out Pallet Town, this so-called ghost market. Just thinking about it made him think it would be a very interesting thing.

"A ghost market?" Heath stroked his chin, then washed the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and casually reminded Big Green Duck that the salt and MSG in the cupboard should not be used indiscriminately.

However, the chef quest for the green onion duck hasn't been triggered recently, and we don't know what it has its eye on.

Chapter 316 Ghost Market

After packing his things, Heath returned to the Officers' dormitory area and cooked dinner for them. Heath's cooking skills won over the Officers in Pallet Town and earned their unanimous approval. However, Heath's focus was not on this; he was more concerned about the Ghost Market that was going to open that night.

The Ghost Market, in Heath's opinion, should be a place that sells stolen goods or other shady items. However, in Pallet Town, the Ghost Market seems to be a market that only operates at night. Officer Jenny has even bought some things from the Ghost Market.

This greatly diminished Heath's interest in the Ghost Market. He had been eager to see what was unique about this Ghost Market, perhaps even discovering some underworld slang or secret codes, like in the movie "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy." But it turned out not to be.

"Secret language? What secret language could there be in the Ghost Market? We're not members of those dark organizations." When Officer Samantha heard Heath's question, her expression revealed a kind of concern, a concern that said, 'I'm worried about your intelligence,' which made Heath both laugh and cry.

With an indifferent attitude, Heath waited until the ghost market opened in the evening. It was called a ghost market for a reason, because it didn't really start to get lively until 11:30 pm. Heath parked the food truck and then went in with the green onion duck.

Zorua went to sleep in its Poké Ball, Charmeleon chose to exercise in the food truck, and Snorlax was already asleep and wouldn't wake up unless something was made to eat.

The ghost market was bustling and brightly lit. If Heath hadn't remembered when he entered, he would have wondered if he had come to the wrong place. Apart from the black sky outside, the ghost market was no different from an ordinary market. However, Heath's purpose was not to gather material.

"Is this it?" Heath saw several very lively stalls and curiously went over to them. He then saw that they were displaying all kinds of wild mushrooms, some of which still had soil on their roots and looked very fresh. However, what caught Heath's attention the most was a very small bag of wild mushrooms, which looked to weigh less than 500 grams.

"Boss, what kind of wild mushroom is this?" Heath asked curiously as he squeezed in. As soon as he asked this, the customers waiting to buy it gave him strange looks, but they calmed down after seeing Heath's face. They could tell at a glance that he was a stranger from out of town.

"This is a specialty of our Zhenxin Town. We call it 'sun-spotted mushrooms' here." The wild mushroom vendor naturally recognized Heath's out-of-town identity and said with a smile, stroking his beard.

Heath was somewhat surprised. The name of this wild mushroom was quite unique, but it seemed to be named based on some characteristics of wild mushrooms. Could it be that this wild mushroom can only grow at night? Can't it be found during the day?

"How much?" Heath looked at the sunflowers in front of him. These sunflowers were rather large, with only about six of them at most.

"Hehe, one flower for a thousand, no bargaining." The shopkeeper smiled and held up his finger. The customers next to him nodded in agreement. It seemed that the shopkeeper wasn't deliberately trying to rip people off.

Heath was somewhat shocked that this thing was sold individually, and each one cost a thousand, with no room for negotiation. This was quite shocking to Heath, but when he thought of those even more terrifying and magical ingredients, Heath calmed down a lot.

However, before that, Heath still planned to use the food detector to see if this wild mushroom was indeed the one he was looking for.

[The gallbladder of the brown-skinned, white-capped poisonous fish, commonly known as "disappearing upon exposure to light," is highly poisonous but edible. Due to its unique growth habits, it is a rare wild mushroom that can only be found in the mountains at night after rain. It is highly poisonous, but the toxic components can be removed by thoroughly cooking it. If you do not finish it the first time, you must cook it again over high heat, otherwise it will still be poisonous.]

Heath clicked his tongue. This name was really hard to pronounce. Heath thought it would be more appropriate to call it "No Light." However, now Heath knew why this thing was eaten. He just didn't know if it was the ingredient required to complete the special mission in Pallet Town.

"I'll buy them all." Heath took out her phone. Six flowers, no more, no less. The shopkeeper also weighed them for Heath and told her how to eat them. Heath carefully wrote them down.

Although Heath had already deduced the nature of this stuff using the food analyzer, it was still essential to remember the locals' explanation.

Six thousand Alliance Coins bought him 350 grams of "Radiant Blossoms". Although they were large, they weren't heavy individually. Heath wandered around the Ghost Market again before finally buying five more "Radiant Blossoms" from another stall, bringing his total to exactly eleven.

"Green onion?" Farfetch'd looked at Heath curiously, seemingly unable to understand why its trainer would bring it out to buy poisonous mushrooms.

"Big green onion duck, these wild mushrooms are a real treat. Although they don't have meat, they taste much better than meat. When we get back, I'll make some for you to try, so you can experience what true mountain delicacies are all about." Heath smiled. The fact that wild mushrooms were so delicious that even people from Yunnan Province in his previous life, knowing they were poisonous, couldn't resist their allure shows just how amazing they are.

"Fertile!" Farfetch'd immediately patted his chest and followed Heath expectantly.

The fact that the mushroom "can't be exposed to light" reminded Heath of the Boletus edulis, a type of mushroom he ate in Yunnan Province in his previous life. This mushroom is also poisonous, but it becomes non-toxic after being cooked. Therefore, Heath decided to use the method of cooking Boletus edulis to make this "can't be exposed to light".

Once back in the dining car, Heath busied himself with preparations, eager to experience firsthand just how good the "no-light taste" dish, which had won unanimous approval in Pallet Town, truly was.

Stir-frying wild mushrooms requires few ingredients: just a little garlic and a little green pepper. For seasoning, add some salt; nothing else is needed to bring out the pure, natural flavor of the wild mushrooms. Heath really loves this taste.

[Pokémon Chef's Step Six: Teach Farfetch'd to make a safe and delicious dish that can withstand light exposure on its own, and you will receive a special reward.]

Heath paused for a moment, then turned his head in surprise. Good heavens, Farfetch'd was staring intently at the dish Heath had made, its eyes practically glowing.

Heath's lips twitched. This little guy really knew how to choose the dishes he wanted to learn. If this dish wasn't made well, it could really kill someone. This stuff is highly poisonous! Highly poisonous!

Chapter 317 Rock Paper Scissors

As a chef, treating every ingredient with seriousness and care is a fundamental skill in Heath's eyes. It's like eating pufferfish. Pufferfish tastes great, but it's poisonous. So, to obtain a permit to handle pufferfish, chefs need to undergo specialized training and examinations. Without passing the exams, every time a customer eats pufferfish, the chef has to consult the criminal law and consider how many years they might end up in jail.

In the past, some experienced chefs became arrogant because of their seniority, extensive experience, and frequent success in handling pufferfish. When the government required a certificate to handle pufferfish, these chefs disregarded it and regretted it when something went wrong.

The toxicity of wild mushrooms is comparable to, or even surpasses, that of pufferfish; in fact, it could be argued that some wild mushrooms are more toxic than pufferfish.

It's not unusual for a pot of mushrooms to kill an entire village, especially since they're known as "blood-sealing poison." The deaths would be extremely gruesome, as it's a form of poisoning, and the feeling of being poisoned is absolutely terrible.

Many people believe that wild mushrooms only cause hallucinations, and some have even said things like, "I want to buy some wild mushrooms to eat and experience the hallucinations myself," which is such a brainless statement.

Although in his previous life, Heath quite enjoyed reading funny stories on Zhihu about what happened after eating wild mushrooms, this is actually called survivor bias. There are many people who were poisoned but never had the chance to speak out. If you search online for news about people in Yunnan Province who died accidentally from eating poisonous wild mushrooms every year, you'll find tons of results. So Heath is very careful about this kind of food that is highly poisonous but requires a lot of complex and careful preparation.

This is to prevent myself from accidentally or negligently sending a diner to the ICU.

If you're picking them yourself, you have to make sure you only pick wild mushrooms you recognize. Sometimes, a single case of mushroom poisoning can cost as much as a house in the hospital.

"You want to learn this?" Heath sat at the dining table, with Farfetch'd and the others sitting on chairs beside him. Heath had prepared a special chair for each Pokémon, except for Snorlax.

Snorlax was too big to sit on a regular chair, so Hiss prepared a large cushion for it. Luckily, the table Hiss bought was big enough, otherwise Snorlax wouldn't have been able to sit next to it.

"Scallion~" the scallion duck called out proudly.

"Congcong said he just wants to learn how to cook this super delicious dish." Soroya's mouth was already stuffed full.

When Zoroia was woken up by Hiss, she was reluctant. She had been having a very interesting dream, but she was woken up. However, as soon as she sat down at the dining table, Zoroia became much more energetic. There were five bowls of white rice on the table, with some strange-looking things on top. After taking the first bite, Zoroia couldn't stop eating.

Heath nodded. The taste of this mushroom that can be exposed to light is very unique, somewhat like a mixture of termite mushroom and porcini mushroom. Heath thought that next time he could try buying some of this mushroom and try making it into fried termite mushroom. The taste was quite good.

However, Farfetch'd's task is a bit special. Even his cheat code says that Farfetch'd needs to make a safe and delicious dish that hasn't been exposed to light on his own. The word "delicious" is easy to understand, but the word "safe" has requirements. Farfetch'd has always had problems controlling temperature, and as for "not exposed to light"...

Heath stroked his chin. This problem required careful consideration and couldn't be solved in the short term. Heath could only have Farfetch'd try making it more often.

"Let's eat. Go to bed early tonight, we have to get up early tomorrow." Heath yawned. It was very late now, and Heath usually went to bed much earlier than this. He was already feeling sleepy.

……

That evening, Heath's food truck was parked properly in the farm's parking lot. After a while, a small, thin figure fell out from under Heath's food truck—it was Mimikyu.

"Huh?" Mimikyu made a confused sound, seemingly not quite understanding why it had suddenly fallen off the warm water tank. Then Mimikyu saw a strange black shadow staring intently at it from the woods next to the farm.

"Q!" Mimikyu cried out in terror, then tremblingly shrank into Heath's dining car, finally escaping the strange gaze from the darkness.

……

"A delicious nightmare aura..." Darkrai's gaze fell upon the farm below. It could sense a rich nightmare aura, and it was of very high quality. Most importantly, the owner of this nightmare aura was actually a Ghost Pokémon!

This is quite rare. Ghost-type Pokémon rarely have nightmares, after all, these guys are masters of scaring people. But unexpectedly, a Ghost-type Pokémon is having a nightmare now, and it's a very high-quality nightmare aura.

A Ghost-type Pokémon with a high-quality Nightmare spell perfectly hit Darkrai's strike zone.

Darkrai eagerly pounced down, but as it rapidly approached, it suddenly stopped, looking down at the food truck with a puzzled expression. This truck looked familiar…

But that shouldn't be the case; Darkrai remembers the car being in another city.

However, Darkrai felt it was a bit of a loss to turn away, considering it was such a high-quality nightmare, and the owner of the nightmare was a Ghost-type Pokémon.

"I'll just take a look..." Darkrai slowly poked its head in. The metal wall seemed to be invisible to Darkrai. After a short while, Darkrai saw its nightmare-stricken master, a Mimikyu.

Then I saw the human sleeping in the bedroom, the one holding the fox.

Darkrai was conflicted. Seeing humans felt like seeing a pile of dog poop; this guy's nightmares were utterly bizarre. Darkrai declared it never wanted to get close to him again, but such a high-quality nightmare…

Darkrai swallowed hard. Anyway, it wasn't in the bedroom, so it should be fine, right?

Darkrai slowly reached out his hand, and the next second, Darkrai found that his head was suddenly out of his control, and the hand that had been reaching for Mimikyu unconsciously reached for the doorknob.

Darkrai tried to run away in terror, but it was no use. In desperation, it opened the door itself and saw a group of superhuman beings dressed in black lace maid outfits playing rock-paper-scissors. Leading them were two old construction workers wearing fleshy aprons. They were wearing nothing but aprons.

Chapter 318 A Peaceful Morning in Pallet Town