I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

With that in mind, Heath processed the mandarin fish, then put it into Dialga's seasoning jar, set it for seven days, and took it out again. Instantly, a strong stench wafted out. Heath nodded in satisfaction; it seemed that cooking for Kazumi wouldn't be difficult.

……

"Where's my spice jar?" Dialga asked blankly, holding a chicken, then staring silently at the dining table in front of him. His spice jar was gone.

Seeing this, Dialga felt a sense of déjà vu, as if his pressure cooker and kitchen knife had also disappeared suddenly in the same way.

No, the pressure cooker disappeared right in front of me.

Dialga's face darkened, his hands clenched so tightly they creaked, he took several deep breaths, and then slammed his marble table to pieces.

"********************! ***! ***!!!!"

Chapter 458 What was the person who invented stinky mandarin fish thinking?

Stinky mandarin fish is a rather unique dish in Chinese cuisine. Heath was actually very curious about what the person who created this dish was thinking, and how they were able to make such a unique dish. However, Heath later realized that unless he could invent a time machine and travel back in time, he probably wouldn't be able to understand why people could make such a unique dish as stinky mandarin fish.

Stinky mandarin fish, as the name suggests, smells bad. In fact, a fish that has been pickled for seven days will generally have a smell, unless the fish is kept in water. In that case, the smelly food is usually thrown away. But since someone has actually invented stinky mandarin fish as a dish, Heath is very worried about what the creator's mental state was when he created stinky mandarin fish.

However, it must be said that the stinky mandarin fish is really unique. It smells terrible, but the taste is actually quite good. This reminded Heath of a traditional special dish he had eaten in his previous life, which was stir-fried bean worms. Generally speaking, you don't tell your friends from other places what a local specialty dish is until you've eaten it. Otherwise, if you feel uncomfortable, you might not be able to eat it. However, bean worms are too child's play for Heath.

Heath remembers his friend seeing him calmly eating bean worms and thinking he'd make a fool of himself. But when he found that Heath wasn't scared at all, and didn't even seem awkward, Heath later invited his friend to Yunnan Province for an insect feast. Only then did his friend understand why Heath could eat without batting an eye. After all, the insect feast Heath had eaten looked much more exciting than bean worms.

"Miss Hemei, here's your stinky mandarin fish." Heath quickly finished making the stinky mandarin fish. The most troublesome thing about stinky mandarin fish is that it needs to be left to sit for seven days. Once that factor is removed, making stinky mandarin fish isn't particularly complicated. However, there are some points to note. The oil used to fry the stinky mandarin fish often needs to be used twice. The first batch of oil should be discarded, and then the second batch of oil should be used to fry the fish until fragrant. This way, the stinky mandarin fish will taste better. What would happen if you used the first batch of oil?

Then the deliciousness of the stinky mandarin fish would be greatly reduced. Later, Heath actually did some research on it himself, and he found that the biggest problem with the stinky mandarin fish was the oil. The first layer of oil often carried the stinky smell of the mandarin fish, which was more irritating to the nose, and it didn't taste very good. Only the second layer of fresh oil solved this problem.

"Stinky mandarin fish?" Miss Kazumi became a little interested. She had been wondering what kind of dish Heath would serve her, but she didn't expect him to serve her stinky mandarin fish. And it did smell really bad, with the fishy smell of food that had been left out for a long time. This made Kazumi hesitate for a moment. Could she really eat this kind of rotten food?

Heath ignored the conflicted Miss Hemei. After putting the stinky mandarin fish in the pan, he went back to the kitchen to organize his cooking utensils. A qualified chef always needs to learn to avoid the problem of ingredients mixing flavors. For example, if you use a pan that has been used to cook Sichuan twice-cooked pork and then stir-fry bok choy without washing it, the diners will definitely taste the twice-cooked pork. So this is not a good thing.

Of course, the cross-contamination of flavors can sometimes have some strange effects, so it has both advantages and disadvantages. However, stinky mandarin fish naturally needs to be handled properly. Heath even cleaned Dialluca's seasoning jar to prevent the next batch of ingredients from being contaminated with the smell of stinky mandarin fish.

"Rotten egg sauce, huh?" Heath scratched his head. This problem was somewhat difficult, or rather, extremely difficult. After all, Heath had never made rotten egg sauce before. He had only heard of it, and naturally, there was no such special food as rotten egg sauce in this world. So it meant that Heath needed to figure out how to make rotten egg sauce on his own.

Although it's called rotten egg sauce, Heath felt that it was definitely different from the rotten eggs Heath understood. After all, those rotten eggs were so bad that it was impossible not to get diarrhea after eating them. Eating those eggs was simply torture for one's stomach. Even the Third Brother, who liked to drink Ganges water in his previous life, probably couldn't accept the baptism of rotten eggs.

So this rotten egg sauce is probably similar to rotten mandarin fish in that it smells extremely bad, but it's not actually rotten. Only rotten egg sauce made this way can be considered edible. And to make rotten egg sauce, raw eggs definitely won't work. That means the rotten eggs need to be cooked, and then made to smell bad while they're cooked. Heath thinks this might require adding a lot of salt, just like when curing meat. You need to use a lot of salt to ensure that the cured meat doesn't have any odor, otherwise it will just rot if left out for too long.

Heath had eaten ham in his previous life. The way it was made was very unique. In Heath's mind, ham was divided into two categories: one was Jinhua ham, which was famous throughout China, and the other was Xuanwei ham, which was very famous in Yunnan Province. The hams from these two places each had their own characteristics, but Heath still preferred Xuanwei ham.

The ham is raw, but when you cut it open, you can smell a very rich aroma. It's fragrant but not salty. Only this kind of ham is good ham; other hams are just a little bit lacking.

“Rotten eggs…” Heath scratched his head. He didn’t have any good ideas either. There were no recipes or anything. He could only rely on his long experience as a chef to figure out how to make rotten egg sauce.

Of course, the first step is to make rotten eggs. If you can't make rotten eggs, then don't even talk about making rotten egg sauce. Even if you do make rotten egg sauce, it will be difficult to make customers like it. After all, the rotten smell of eggs is unique.

Heath looked up and saw Miss Kazumi eating the stinky mandarin fish he had made with gusto, wiping away sweat as she ate. Her hair and clothes were soaked with sweat. Heath couldn't help but smile. It seemed that stinky mandarin fish was quite in line with Miss Kazumi's definition of a delicious meal.

Just as Heath took out a few eggs and put them into Dialga's pressure cooker, Heath's food cart door was pushed open, and Dialga, with a dark face, walked in and stood aggressively opposite Heath.

Chapter 459 Eating, Sleeping, and Fighting Palkia

"...Um...Would you like something to eat?" Heath admitted that he felt a little panicked when he saw Dialga, like when you're dating a girl and you've just started dating and are enjoying your time together, and you accidentally bump into her father.

Dialga gave Hiss a deep look. His aura was very low, and Zoroark became much more obedient, huddled obediently in the corner, trembling. The pressure of a legendary Pokémon is truly terrifying, especially for Pokémon. This is why other Pokémon dare not make a move when a legendary Pokémon appears, because the pressure from a legendary Pokémon is too strong.

At this moment, Hiss thought of something strange. In Hiss's view, legendary Pokémon in his previous life had a characteristic called oppression. For example, the artificial legendary Pokémon Mewtwo had this characteristic of aggravating the opponent's physical exertion. But Hiss was thinking, what if the characteristic of legendary Pokémon is not actually oppression? Is that possible?

The so-called sense of oppression is simply the pressure exerted on other Pokémon by the aura of legendary Pokémon. In reality, legendary Pokémon possess other characteristics, but humans simply haven't been able to research them yet.

Heath shook his head sharply, banishing these thoughts from his mind, then looked cautiously at Dialga, silently shifting the spice jar in his hand slightly back.

Dialga's eyes were fixed on the spice jar in Heath's hand. Then he looked up at Heath with a meaningful expression on his face. His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on his neck were bulging, as if he were extremely angry.

"What are you going to do?" Dialga finally spoke after holding back for a long time. His voice was as pleasant as ever, like a deep bass cannon, and it sounded very magnetic. Heath thought that if Dialga had gone to his previous life, he could probably have become a voice actor and achieved financial freedom.

"Um... rotten egg sauce?" Heath scratched his head awkwardly. He used Dialga's pressure cooker to boil the eggs, and he needed to use Dialga's seasoning jars to marinate the rotten eggs. Dialga was so pitiful, but what could he do when his cooking utensils were so magical? They possessed the power of time, and time was the most crucial thing for a chef. If Heath wanted, he could even spend a year making a five-year-old braising sauce.

Dialga stared blankly at Hiss. At this moment, Dialga's mind was filled with doubt. He didn't quite understand what rotten egg sauce was.

He recognized each of the words individually, and he also knew what egg sauce was, but what exactly was this rotten egg sauce?

"You're going to use my... things to make something stinky?!" Dialga gritted his teeth. If he hadn't seen that person behind Heath, Dialga swore he would have dropped Heath on the top of Mount Coronet, then hung him upside down and let the cold winds of endless years dry him into a piece of jerky.

"Cough cough... Although it smells terrible, it actually tastes delicious. It's a kind of cooking." Heath coughed twice. He felt a sense of threat, as if his life was under some kind of fatal threat, so Heath's brain was working incredibly fast.

"Oh? Like durian?" Dialga became interested when Heath mentioned cooking. In his long life, Dialga's favorite things were fighting Palkia, then traveling to fight Palkia, and then cooking.

Cooking is a way of life and an art, and this is true for Dialga. That's why Dialga's house is filled with all the cookbooks that have ever been published. Dialga also has a lot of experience in cooking. Last time he ate Heath's cooking, the taste was indeed very good, even better than his own.

"Hmm, that lady just ordered a plate of stinky mandarin fish, would you like to try it?" Seeing that Dialga was tempted, Heath immediately began to pursue him, not wanting to face Dialga's wrath.

"One serving, please." Dialga's mood had calmed down considerably. He sat down opposite Heath, then placed his hands on the counter and stared intently at Heath. Heath glanced helplessly at Dialga. Fortunately, the eggs were cooked in Dialga's pressure cooker, so it wouldn't take too long.

Heath quickly scooped out the eggs, then took out another mandarin fish and made a stinky mandarin fish dish for Dialga in the same way. Dialga watched the whole process, but it didn't put any pressure on Heath. He just kept making his stinky mandarin fish at his own pace.

A short while later, Heath served the cooked stinky mandarin fish to Dialluca and then began cleaning the kitchen utensils. However, while making the stinky mandarin fish, Heath had some ideas in his mind. He wondered if he could make this unique stinky egg sauce using a similar process to make stinky mandarin fish.

Heath thought the possibility was quite high.

"Hey bro, do you like eating smelly food too?" Meanwhile, Miss Kazumi had finished her meal and walked over curiously. She saw the handsome Dialga and was instantly smitten.

Dialga glanced indifferently at the woman, then slowly and deliberately ate his stinky mandarin fish. He ate very carefully, as if savoring and appreciating this unique food.

However, Dialga's aloofness and arrogance clearly aroused Kazumi's greater interest. She stretched out her hand, intending to use her charm, but before she could even begin, Dialga glared at her impatiently. Immediately afterward, Kazumi felt a strong sense of drowsiness, just like when it was time to go to sleep every night.

He Mei's mind went blank; all she wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep.

Watching Miss Kazumi walk out like a zombie, Heath gave Dialga a strange look. He really didn't know Dialga had such power. Was it hypnosis? Or what?

However, Dialga didn't offer any explanation. He simply ate his food calmly. After finishing, Dialga put down his chopsticks, glanced at Hiss, waved his hand, placed two hundred-Union coins on the ground, and then left.

Heath wiped the sweat from his brow. It seemed he had gotten past Dialga. However, Heath fell into deep thought again. Judging from Dialga's expression, if he made the rotten egg sauce, would that mean he could make Dialga his first customer?

Chapter 460 The Blue Cotton Bird Comes to Buy Seafood Fried Rice

After seeing off Dialga and Miss Kazumi, Heath breathed a sigh of relief. There were fewer customers now, since most of them were either at work or school. Heath only needed to wait for the lunch customers. In the meantime, Heath could also take the opportunity to research the rotten egg sauce.

Heath made it the same way as the stinky mandarin fish, but instead of mandarin fish, he used eggs—peeled eggs. After placing them in Dialluka's seasoning jar, Heath set a seven-day shelf life. When he took them out, Heath smelled rotten eggs. The smell was extremely foul. The eggs themselves were still white, but Heath was deep in thought about whether they were edible.

"My God, Trainer, are you cooking shit?" Zoroark covered his nose. The smell was just too overpowering, and Zoroark was a fox Pokémon with an excellent sense of smell. Zoroark felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Don't talk nonsense, my taste is... ugh... not that strong." Heath wiped his mouth. He had to admit that the smell was really unacceptable, with the unique stench of rotten eggs. Heath was resistant to this stuff; his body and mind couldn't accept such a unique food. But looking at the rotten eggs in front of him and his mission requirements, Heath still reluctantly laid the eggs out. The yolks inside were completely rotten, and brownish-yellow liquid flowed all over Heath's hand. The strong smell hit Heath's nose directly.

Over the long course of evolution, humans have developed certain traits ingrained in their genes. For example, the ability to tell that something is inedible just by smelling a foul odor.

Heath threw the rotten egg into the trash can with a dark expression. Luckily, he had only used one egg for the experiment, so he had to go wash his hands now.

"This rotten egg definitely smells awful, but when it will be ready to eat is still a question." Heath stroked his chin. The first attempt was a failure. It has to be said that sometimes luck is very important. Just like the person who invented stinky mandarin fish, he unknowingly created a famous dish. In Heath's opinion, his idea for this rotten egg sauce may be correct, but seven days is too long. Heath thinks that the time may need to be shortened.

"Burling~" A clear and ethereal sound suddenly interrupted Hiss's idea of ​​continuing his experiment. He looked up in confusion and saw that there was a guest in his food cart. However, this guest was not an ordinary human, but a Pokémon.

With its white, cloud-like wings, blue body, and adorable beady eyes, Heath recognized the Pokémon at a glance: Swablu. Its evolved form, Altaria, is a Dragon-type Pokémon. It has a beautiful appearance and, most importantly, a particularly pleasant voice, making it a very popular Pokémon.

The Bluebird is even known as a diva. Heath knew of a very famous Bluebird singer whose albums always sold extremely well, making her a true superstar.

Heath stared blankly at the Swaboon in front of him. He even looked behind the Swaboon but didn't see any human figures, let alone the trainer who was with the Swaboon. So what was going on with this Swaboon?

"Hello, one seafood fried rice, not spicy, not too salty." A human voice suddenly came from the blue cotton bird. Heath was even more confused. The blue cotton bird flew straight to Heath and puffed out its little chest. Heath saw a small pocket. Heath opened it in confusion and found a small tape recorder and a twenty and a five dollar Union coin.

"Hello, one seafood fried rice, not spicy, not too salty." The blue cotton bird pecked at the small tape recorder again, and then the same voice sounded again. Heath's lips twitched. Goodness, was this blue cotton bird here to buy things for someone else? This reminded Heath of those people in his past life who used drones or other things to go out and buy groceries for him, and they did it the same way. These people were really something...

Heath took out the money, both amused and exasperated. Seafood fried rice, twenty-five Alliance coins, not too much, not too little, but enough to make a serving of seafood fried rice. However, Heath was more curious about who the owner of this blue cotton bird was. Could it be one of his customers in Dark Grey City? But Heath didn't have any recollection of it, since he didn't have many acquaintances in Dark Grey City.

However, this did not hinder Heath's business. Seafood fried rice is very easy to make, and the customer's requirements were very clear: not spicy, but not too salty. In other words, some salt could be added, but not too much. Although Heath did not know the customer's specific taste, making a dish was still quite easy.

Heath simply chopped some of the seafood ingredients she had bought that day. There wasn't much, since Heath hadn't planned to cook seafood that day. However, she did have some squid tentacles and the like. Before long, Heath had prepared a simple seafood fried rice and packed it into a lunchbox. Then, Heath added a small portion of pickled vegetables before serving the seafood fried rice to the Blue Cotton Bird.

"Little guy, can you fly?" Heath asked, looking at the blue-winged bird. Heath remembered that the blue-winged bird only weighed about one kilogram, while this box of fried rice already weighed eight hundred grams.

The blue cotton bird chirped once, then carried away with the fried rice in its beak, flying very steadily. Only then did Heath breathe a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, I'm good at math." Heath stretched. Heath had once encountered a bizarre shopkeeper when he went grocery shopping. The shopkeeper confidently told Heath that 500 grams equaled one kilogram. Later, Heath found out that the shopkeeper was hired by the original owner to cover for him for a day. Good heavens, this was a prime example of a black-hearted merchant.

……

"Huh? Mianmian, did you take the wrong road?" On the other side of Dark Gray City, a girl was lying on her bed, looking at the box of fried rice in her hand with a puzzled expression. It didn't have the logo of the restaurant she usually ate at printed on it.

"Ling~" the Swaboon chirped crisply. The girl, both amused and exasperated, flicked her Pokémon's head, then opened the lunchbox. A rich aroma filled the air, a wonderful fragrance that instantly whetted her appetite.

The girl happily supported herself on the bed with both hands and slowly moved to the edge of the bed.

"It smells so good, it must taste delicious!"

Chapter 461 The Taste of Home

"Failed again..." Heath sighed. Heath had used ten eggs to make this rotten egg sauce, but he still couldn't make this unique rotten egg sauce. This made Heath a little frustrated. This Dialga spice jar was quite useful, and it would be a great pity if it were taken back. Heath did not intend to let this spice jar be taken back.

However, it is indeed very difficult to make something you've never done before. The main problem is that Heath hasn't found a suitable method. Although Heath can now make rotten eggs where the yolk and white don't turn into mush, the question of whether they are edible is still troubling Heath. Heath has already used her ingredient detector, and she'll have to wait until tomorrow to use it again.

"Alright, I'll make these rotten eggs into sauce first, then pick the one with the highest probability and test it tomorrow. If there are no problems, we can start trying to promote it to our customers." Heath scratched his head. Although the success rate wasn't very high, he felt it was better to use an ingredient detector than to risk getting a stomachache himself.

As lunchtime approached, Heath stopped dealing with the rotten eggs. If the students were driven away by the stench, Heath would be devastated. Providing a pleasant dining environment for customers was, in Heath's view, a chef's duty.

"Uncle~ I'd like a Three Kingdoms limited edition set meal." Heath's business was still booming, but what made Heath both laugh and cry was how he had suddenly become an "uncle"? Heath touched his chin, feeling that he was still very young, just over eighteen years old. Even if he was indeed a bit older, he shouldn't be at the "uncle" level, right?

However, this did not stop Heath from entertaining his guests. He served them one by one with a smile. By the time Heath relaxed, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Heath finally had some free time.

"Phew, time really flies when you're busy." Heath yawned and stretched. Although he had only just arrived in Dark Grey City, he already had a basic understanding of the city. Basically, no one should come after 2 a.m., and the next peak season would be around dinnertime.

Just as Heath was about to take a break, his phone vibrated. Heath took out his phone in confusion and saw that it was a message from Cynthia. Curious, Heath opened his phone to take a look.

[Cute cat head: Heath, a friend of mine went to Dark Grey City and she's having some trouble adjusting to the new environment. I recommended she eat at your place (dreamy smiley face)]

Heath's lips twitched. He hadn't expected Cynthia to contact him about this. Heath had been chatting with Cynthia occasionally lately, but the conversations hadn't made much progress. Most of the time, their chats were just a few simple sentences, making it seem like a subordinate and boss discussing work.

This gave Heath a bit of a headache. In his previous life, he was a homebody until he transmigrated, and he wasn't very familiar with matters of the heart. When it came to pursuing girls, he probably only knew Stephen Chow's "A Chinese Odyssey," but it didn't seem like there was anything he could replicate.

[Heath's Kitchen: Okay, is there a phone?]

Just after Heath sent the message, the wind chimes hanging at the entrance of the food cart rang. Heath looked up and saw a girl with glasses lenses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle walk in. She was carrying a bag, but her expression wasn't good, and her face was pale, giving off a listless feeling.

"Hello? Are you looking for a meal?" Heath asked the girl in front of him. He thought she might be a guest recommended by Cynthia, but what if she wasn't? After all, Cynthia didn't seem to have asked for his seat.

"Hello, is this Heath's Kitchen? I was recommended by Cynthia to come here." The girl adjusted her thick glasses and then asked curiously. Heath was taken aback. It really was Cynthia who recommended her. This was quite unexpected for Heath. Heath had thought that people recommended by Cynthia would have to tell him the location before they could find it.

...But ultimately, do glasses lenses really exist that thick in reality? Heath fell into deep doubt.

"Yes, this is Hiss's Kitchen. What would you like to eat?" Although curious about the other person's thick glasses, Hiss still smiled and asked. Hiss remembered that this girl seemed to be suffering from acclimatization issues, at least according to Cynthia. If she was suffering from acclimatization issues, perhaps she was planning to eat some of the special foods of the Sinnoh region?