I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Chapter 876 Training School

Hiss closed quickly today, since operating in Cerulean City wasn't his main purpose this time. He had already been operating for a long time in Goldenrod City, so he felt he could take a break now. He thought so too, so he closed down before 4:30 PM. This speed surprised Zoroark and Farfetch'd, as Hiss usually closed around 6 or 7 or 8 PM. They were surprised that he closed so early today, so they weren't quite used to Hiss closing so quickly.

Even when Hiss announced that it was a day off, Zoroark was still wiping the table, not quite understanding. It wasn't until Hiss repeated it again that the little guy finally understood what Hiss meant, and then happily went to play games, even inviting Ralts along. Ralts, who wasn't good at saying no, didn't resist at all, calmly smiling as she followed Zoroark. Hiss was a little helpless; now, besides Mew, Ralts was probably the only one in the entire dining car who liked playing games with Zoroark the most.

Although Hiss felt that Ralts was the type who simply didn't want to go, but had no choice but to.

After all, Ralts isn't very good at saying no to people.

"Farfetch'd, I'm going to a training course, do you want to come?" Heath asked Farfetch'd while changing his shoes. This time, he wasn't just doing it randomly; he was seriously planning to do it. After all, Heath had already researched the Purple Ring Octopus online. There were some training courses in Cerulean City. Although they were relatively expensive, the pass rate was high, and they didn't take much time. If you were willing to pay more, you could even receive individual instruction instead of studying with others. This was a good option for Heath, who didn't have much time but had plenty of money.

Although Heath wanted to attend a regular training course, after calculating the time and cost-effectiveness, Heath felt that it would be easier to find a teacher directly. Moreover, Heath's learning ability was quite good. Once he learned how to handle it, Heath could take the certification exam and then start dealing with the special octopuses in Cerulean City.

"Onion..." Farfetch'd shook its head, intently studying the recipe in its hand. Heath had given it to it, since Farfetch'd had signed up for a cooking competition. Although Heath felt that Farfetch'd didn't need to learn, Farfetch'd insisted that it did, so it started looking at the recipe. Heath tried to persuade it a few times but found it useless, so it stopped trying.

Heath shook his head helplessly. It was just a cooking competition. Farfetch'd's cooking skills were good enough to get into the top ten, if not win the championship. And considering that Farfetch'd is a Pokémon, it was hard to say whether it would get some points and get into the top three, or even just give Farfetch'd a separate first place in the Pokémon chef competition.

After all, even if it's a cooking competition, as long as it's not a professional qualification certification competition organized by the league, but instead involves TV stations or sponsors, then these things often end up being distorted. Capital or gimmicks are very important in this. Heath knows that there are quite a few Pokémon chefs in the world. For example, Heath had seen Charizard cook and sell kebabs before, but people would take it for granted that these Pokémon are chefs.

It's like a chief physician in a hospital having the title of a medical doctor from a prestigious university. People would just take it for granted and think it's perfectly normal. But if a frog selling its own frog son on the street is actually a doctoral student from a prestigious university and was previously a senior executive at a company, then people would find it unbelievable and want to find out more about the person, what kind of person they are, and why they're doing something that has nothing to do with their own identity.

Farfetch'd is a perfect example. As a Pokémon that's been eaten to near extinction, it can do anything, even livestream every day. But it would be incredibly dramatic and unbelievable to see it as a chef. Would the organizers of those competitions miss out on such a huge amount of traffic and hype? Definitely not. Heath even thinks that Farfetch'd could easily make a top-30 dish.

"Although Cerulean City is beautiful on rainy days, it's really annoying when it rains every day." Heath stepped out of his food truck with an umbrella. He had already driven the truck to the training school he found online. As soon as he stepped out, Heath saw orange-yellow rain clouds in the sky and rain curtains that seemed to glow due to the light. Heath clicked his tongue. No wonder people say that Cerulean City's tourism industry is very developed. Just looking at this beautiful scenery makes people feel refreshed.

However, the problem is that it can be quite annoying if it rains every day. Heath walked into the training school with his umbrella and briefly explained his purpose. Heath was then given VIP treatment, which was quite normal, since the services he requested were very expensive and most people wouldn't consider them. Heath wouldn't have made this choice if he didn't want to waste too much time.

Soon after paying, Heath met his teacher, who, according to the training school, was their best teacher. Heath was very polite, and the teacher was indeed very skilled. He processed a purple-ringed octopus in less than a minute, and thirty-eight seconds of that time were spent checking for any oversights. In other words, the teacher processed the purple-ringed octopus in just over ten seconds.

Heath asked for the lesson very politely, and the other party explained it very enthusiastically. Heath had already paid the full tuition fee. If Heath could learn it in one day, that would be the best thing, as he could earn in one day what he would normally earn in many days.

However, even though Heath was very talented, it still took him some time to learn. Fortunately, the teacher was very patient and didn't hold back, so when Heath came out around 9 p.m., he was already ready to prepare for the next day's exam.

"One day..." Heath scratched his head and smiled. Fortunately, his learning ability was pretty good. If he passed the exam tomorrow, he could start serving the purple-ringed octopus to the guests. That stuff tasted really good.

Chapter 877 Okonomiyaki

Heath had just tasted the purple-ringed octopus, and it certainly gave him a very peculiar feeling. He couldn't quite describe it, but it had a very unique texture and tasted better than ordinary octopus. Perhaps because it had once contained a potent toxin, the flesh of the purple-ringed octopus gave his taste buds a tingling, electric sensation—a flavor that was unforgettable after just one bite. Heath was now very much looking forward to serving the purple-ringed octopus to his guests, and he also had some other ideas on how to prepare it.

The simplest example is grilled octopus. Grilled octopus tastes great and can be eaten as a snack. There aren't many other ways to cook it, but Heath has ruled out boiling because it doesn't taste very good. You should know that when he used the ingredient identification device, he said that boiling would make the meat very tough, and tough meat greatly affects the taste.

When Heath got back to the dining car, he was taken aback because the kitchen lights were still on. Heath didn't even need to look to know who it was, since there was probably no one else but Farfetch'd.

"Farfly Duck, there's really no need to be so nervous about this cooking competition. Your cooking skills are quite good, have some confidence in yourself." Heath shook his head, both amused and exasperated. This little Farfly Duck was really something. It only needed to perform normally in this cooking competition, but it was still so nervous. Heath had tried to persuade it so many times, but it was still the same. However, when Heath thought about how nervous he was when he was chosen to give the flag-raising speech in elementary school, he felt that he could understand. After all, back then, he was just a ruthless recitation machine after going on stage, and he didn't remember anything about what actually happened.

So, upon reflection, Heath felt that he probably wasn't qualified to say anything about Farfetch'd. After all, it was Farfetch'd's first time getting married, so it was normal for him to be a little nervous.

"Hmm? Heath, are you sending Farfetch'd to participate in the cooking competition?" Unexpectedly, it wasn't Farfetch'd in the kitchen, but Cynthia. Cynthia was holding a spoon and peeking out at Heath. She was wearing a light yellow dress with an apron around her waist, and her long hair was tied up in a single ponytail, which made her look exceptionally carefree.

"Ah...yes, I think it would be good to let Farfetch'd test its strength...Are you making food?" Heath looked at Cynthia curiously, but thinking about what happened before, Heath's face turned a little red, but that wonderful touch was indeed very nice.

"Well, I didn't see you when I came. Zoroark told me you went out to study, so I waited for you here and practiced my skills." Cynthia smiled happily. Only then did Historian notice that Cynthia seemed to have a small canine tooth when she smiled, but Historian couldn't be sure, since his eyesight wasn't good enough to remember everything he saw.

"What did you make?" Heath was even more curious. Cynthia's cooking skills were strange, somewhere between delicious and terrible, and they would fluctuate between the two. Heath felt that if Cynthia made something that he was good at, then the taste of Cynthia's cooking would be excellent. However, if Cynthia was not very skilled at making something, then how it tasted was really up to fate.

"Guess?" Cynthia looked at Heath with a grin, and the spoon in her hand was put away. Heath became a little interested.

Heath sniffed the air. Although Cynthia hadn't said whether he could go over and see, it was probably not allowed. So Heath simply stood there and smelled the smell to figure out what Cynthia was making. After smelling it, Heath found the smell to be very unique. It smelled like he was making jianbing (Chinese crepes), but it wasn't quite the same. Although his nose was pretty good, it wasn't sensitive enough to distinguish every single ingredient. So Heath could only identify the smells he could recognize.

“…Okonomiyaki?” Heath was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively. But seeing Cynthia’s surprised expression, Heath knew that he had probably guessed it.

Okonomiyaki, of course, also exists in the Pokémon world. After all, the Pokémon world is more like a melting pot. You can see Western dishes, and even French escargot, but you can also see Chinese and Japanese dishes. Okonomiyaki is a local specialty snack. The taste is not bad, but it varies depending on the taste of people in different regions. The one that Heath smelled had a soy sauce flavor, so it should be a Sinnoh region exclusive flavor of okonomiyaki.

Okonomiyaki, to put it simply, is somewhat similar to pizza, but not exactly the same. They may both look like a flatbread with various ingredients on top. If you really want to compare, it is also somewhat similar to the Chinese flatbread.

However, the okonomiyaki tastes pretty good. Heath had eaten it before when she stayed in the dormitory with Feng Jie. The okonomiyaki has a unique flavor, and the beef tendon added is also a pleasant surprise. It's the kind of snack that you might want to eat once in a while.

Soon, Cynthia came out carrying okonomiyaki. Cynthia's okonomiyaki was more of the traditional type, as Heath could see that the okonomiyaki on top was very thick, which was due to the addition of a lot of cabbage. Then Zoroark popped out and took a bottle of Nightmare Brew that Heath had brewed before from the counter. Heath had made quite a lot of this brew, but hadn't yet obtained a license to sell alcohol, so it was stored away. However, it was fine for her to drink herself.

Heath glared at Zoroark, who gave him a thumbs-up and winked at him, as if to say, "I have high hopes for you, hit a home run tonight!" This left Heath speechless.

"Huh? Heath, is this your own brew?" Cynthia recognized the drink in front of her. She had tried it once when she ate at Heath's restaurant before, and it tasted very good, better than many drinks on the market. It was a pity that Heath hadn't started selling it yet.

“Well, I’ll call it Nightmare Wine.” Heath smiled. He had originally planned to give it a different name, but he couldn’t come up with anything else. Heath was terrible at naming things, so this was the only name he could use.

"A nightmare?" Cynthia blinked, then glanced at Heath with a strange expression on her face. Heath was taken aback.

Taking out strong liquor while having dinner with a girl... what's he planning to do, get her drunk?!

Chapter 878 Alcohol Tolerance

"…Cynthia, I didn't expect your alcohol tolerance to be so good." Heath was somewhat surprised. Although he had originally planned to put the drinks back, he kept them at Cynthia's suggestion to try them. The result was that Heath discovered Cynthia's alcohol tolerance was surprisingly good. Heath and Cynthia each drank half of a 750ml bottle of Nightmare Brew. Heath didn't think much of it, since it wasn't much compared to the drinks he usually drank. However, Cynthia hadn't gotten drunk yet, which surprised Heath. He had expected Cynthia to get a little tipsy, or at least blush, but she had remained perfectly normal.

In his past life, Heath had traveled to many places, and naturally, he had also experienced drinking. In Heath's opinion, the place where he drank the most fiercely in his past life was a place where the wind blew and the grass was low, revealing cattle and sheep. The second most fiercely, in Heath's opinion, was Yunnan Province. Heath had a college roommate from Yunnan Province, so when Heath traveled, he visited his roommate's house. Then, the whole day's routine became a set of routine: eating breakfast and drinking, drinking and chatting, taking a break at noon, eating lunch and drinking, drinking and chatting, eating dinner and drinking, drinking and chatting before bed, and then going to sleep.

During that period, Heath felt like he was living a life of debauchery. What was even more terrifying was that people in Yunnan Province preferred to drink homemade liquor, such as corn liquor, which often had a high alcohol content and was easy to get drunk on. Heath felt like he was drinking all the time except when he was sleeping. Even when he got up to eat breakfast, he would be given a can of beer. It was a shocking experience for Heath for a whole year.

"Actually, we drink alcohol quite often in Sinnoh too," Cynthia said with a smug smile. This smug expression made her even more endearing. It has to be said that Cynthia is a girl who is really hard to dislike.

"By the way, Heath, I heard from Zoroark that you signed up for a cooking class?" Cynthia asked Heath curiously. She had never seen Heath sign up for any cooking class before, and what was Heath planning to learn? Cynthia hadn't thought about cooking, since in her opinion, Heath's cooking skills were already excellent, and there was no need for her to learn anything else. But unexpectedly, Heath had actually gone to a cooking training program.

Heath briefly explained the training course she had attended, and Cynthia seemed quite curious upon hearing it. She had seen many travelers, but most of them embarked on their journeys because they wanted to become excellent trainers. People like Heath, who were there for cooking skills and to experience the world's cuisines, were truly rare.

After dinner and chatting for a while, Cynthia left. Heath didn't try to stop her; after all, where would she sleep if he did? She couldn't possibly sleep with him, could she? Heath really wanted something extraordinary to happen, but there was nothing he could do; it wasn't the right time yet. So, Heath didn't say anything, but instead went back to wash the dishes and put them in the sterilizer, as he had to entertain guests again tomorrow.

"Hiss!" As soon as Hiss returned to the lounge, Ralts hugged him. She looked at Hiss happily, her big eyes blinking. Hiss smiled and ruffled Ralts's hair.

"Ralts, what's wrong?" Hiss asked Ralts with a smile. Among all the Pokémon, Ralts was definitely one of the most worry-free types. She was well-behaved, sensible, and understanding, making her hard to dislike. Hiss himself liked her very much, but he didn't know what Ralts was planning to do by suddenly calling him.

"Here you go! A gift!" Ralts held up what she was holding. Hiss curiously took it and glanced at it. It was a sweater, very well-made, and looked very warm. Although Cerulean City was in the rainy season, wearing a sweater in this kind of weather would still be torture for him. But looking at Ralts' expectant eyes, Hiss really didn't know what to say, so he simply put the sweater on and tried it on. He found that the sweater fit him surprisingly well and was very comfortable, without the rough feeling of ordinary sweaters.

"Very good... Ralts, I even think you could work as a tailor or something." Hiss said admiringly. This wasn't just Hiss saying something to comfort Ralts; it was because Ralts's skills had truly reached such an astonishing level. Hiss was very happy. Even if Ralts left him now, she could probably live a good life.

Of course, in reality, Hiss wouldn't actually let Ralts leave him.

Zoroark was sprawled on the sofa playing a game, and Mew was in the same posture and movements. Heath glanced at them; the two were playing a two-player cooperative game, but they didn't communicate verbally at all, yet they cooperated very skillfully. Heath raised an eyebrow; these guys must be communicating telepathically. However, looking at Mew playing the game, Heath thought of how Mew had rushed out before and how it had rushed back today. He had previously wondered if something had happened to Mew, but now it seemed no different from usual.

"It must be my imagination, right?" Heath scratched his head. Mew is unpredictable and playful. Even if Mew really did do something strange, Heath wouldn't be too surprised. That's just how Mew is. It's just that Mew's actions and expressions before made Heath feel like it had something on its mind.

"Heath." Just as Heath was about to go to sleep, Mew's voice rang out. Heath was startled for a moment, then turned his head and looked. Mew had put down the controller at some point and was floating behind him, looking at him intently with its big eyes. Heath was a little dazed. Through Mew's eyes, Heath seemed to be able to see his own reflection.

"What's wrong, Dream?" Heath asked gently with a smile. Although she didn't know why Dream wanted to see her, she figured it must be something.

“Be my trainer,” Mew said seriously, and Hiss blinked.

Chapter 879 Dreamy Ideas

Zoroark dropped the controller in her hand. She stared at Mew with a mixture of surprise, horror, and disbelief. She wasn't just any ordinary Pokémon; since reading those strange novels and learning those odd facts, Zoroark had grown considerably. Besides, she'd also read a lot of serious stuff, so she understood the status of Pokémon in people's hearts. Mew, for example, was a unique Pokémon, practically a legendary Pokémon in the Kanto region, beloved by many Kanto residents, and extremely rare. According to the documentary, the last time a Mew was caught by a human trainer was many years ago.

Heath was a little dazed. He even wondered if it was a hangover caused by not waking up after drinking, but that shouldn't be the case, since he only drank half a bottle. Or was Nightmare Wine some kind of magical effect that caused him to hallucinate after drinking it?

After shaking his head violently, taking hangover pills (which didn't help much), and even washing his face with cold water, Heath found that Mew was still looking at him firmly, but its expression seemed a little flustered and at a loss. Heath was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have misheard. Mew had indeed said those words to his face, which gave Heath a very strange feeling.

To be honest, did Heath want to catch Mew? Of course he did. After all, Mew is a legendary Pokémon, and it was one that Heath had tried to catch in countless games. But the problem was that after coming to this world, Heath realized very clearly that sometimes some Pokémon can't be caught just because you want to. For example, Mew, which had become a mythical Pokémon in his previous life, was one of them.

Don't be fooled by how unremarkable Mew is in the game, and how easy it is to catch. In reality, Mew is an extremely rare Pokémon that has influenced countless people. Even Gou, the "One-Piece Man" who is disliked by many, was obsessed with Mew and tried to achieve his pseudo-collection of Mew by collecting all Pokémon. This shows just how outstanding Mew is in people's minds.

"..." Heath wanted to think about it some more, but seeing the mist gradually forming in Mew's eyes, Heath knew he couldn't continue thinking. He knew that Mew was really determined and sincere to have the courage to say these things to him. If he continued to hesitate, it wouldn't be good for Mew either.

So Hiss silently took out his last Poké Ball. It was a regular Poké Ball that Hiss had bought, which he originally planned to collect when he encountered a suitable Pokémon in the future. However, he didn't expect to use it on Mew. Of course, it's not that Hiss thought Mew wasn't good enough; Mew is super good. It's just that Hiss felt Mew deserved a better Poké Ball, but now wasn't the time to go out and buy one.

"Then, please take good care of Mew!" Heath looked at Mew seriously, then threw out his Poké Ball. Mew smiled happily as it was sucked in. Immediately afterward, the Poké Ball landed on the ground without any shaking, flashing a light of successful capture—a critical capture!

Heath picked up the Poké Ball and released Mew. Seeing the noticeably closer look in Mew's eyes, Heath scratched his head. Today's events were truly fantastical; he actually had a Pokémon like Mew! However, Heath wondered why Mew suddenly wanted to be his Pokémon. Had it encountered some mistreatment outside? Or run into bad people? Thinking this, Heath's mood darkened. Although he was just a chef, he wouldn't tolerate anyone bullying his companion.

Although Mew hadn't been her Pokémon before, Seath often felt that Mew was no different from her own, so Seath cared a lot about Mew. If it was truly being bullied, then...

However, no matter how Hiss asked, Mew wouldn't speak. It just sat on the sofa with a red face, playing games with Zoroark. Seeing this, Hiss gave up on asking and went back to sleep. If she didn't sleep, she probably wouldn't have any energy when she woke up the next morning. Or maybe she should just meditate? With meditation, she wouldn't have to worry about when she could fall asleep, and she would feel very refreshed afterward.

Heath thought meditation was a truly divine skill. Putting aside the superpowers it could grant him, the fact that it allowed his mind and body to recover rapidly was already incredibly valuable.

Watching Heath close the door, Zoroark glanced at Mew on the screen, who had died once again. She rubbed her temples in exasperation. Mew, that thing...

"So? Mew, what made you decide to make Seath your trainer?" Zoroark and Mew had a very good relationship, practically like brothers, and they talked about everything. So Zoroark asked directly, while also putting down the controller. Playing the game now would only make him die a few more times, so he might as well ask Mew's opinion first.

"...I went for a walk outside before, wanting to do some things I like." Dream put down the controller in its hand, its eyes carrying a kind of happiness mixed with a strange feeling that was hard to describe, but just felt very strange.

Zoroark blinked. "So?"

"Then I realized that no matter how much fun I had outside, and how much I enjoyed those pranks before, later on, at night, when I woke up every day, I wished..." Dream lay on the sofa, stretching out its hand as if trying to grab the ceiling.

"...But I wish I could see the ceiling here, see you, see Charizard, see the big, greenhorn, and little Ralts, and...see Heath." Mew looked at its hands; they were empty, yet it seemed to be holding something. Zoroark blinked, this scene leaving her somewhat bewildered, as if she'd seen it in some novel before. Thankfully, Mew was a Pokémon and genderless, otherwise...

Chapter 880 Divine Beast Chat Group

"...So, why does that human bear the marks of a great being?" While Hiss was fast asleep, in the distant Hoenn region, a man with long blue hair was soaking in a pool. However, he wasn't in the ocean or a cave; he was directly in a luxurious hotel. This scene was undeniably incongruous, but his handsome appearance and excellent physique still attracted the attention of many female staff members. Their faces flushed slightly. This was one of the most luxurious hotels in the Hoenn region; anyone staying there was undoubtedly wealthy and powerful. They wondered what this handsome man's identity was.

However, these waitresses obviously had no idea that the person in front of them was Kyogre, who could plunge the entire Hoenn region into natural disaster. However, Kyogre was not in a good mood at the moment. He missed his water bottle very much. If it weren't for the fact that the great being was protecting that human, Kyogre swore that he would definitely kill that guy and take back his water bottle.

Georka was a little annoyed. He looked at his phone and waited for a message.

[The chef on Tianguan Mountain: I don't know. That being hasn't responded to my and that idiot's calls for a long time. Besides, that's a truly great being; I can't fathom His thoughts.]

Looking at the messages in the group chat, Kyogre sighed. Come to think of it, he wasn't the most unfortunate legendary Pokémon. After all, there was an even more unlucky one before him: Dialga. Dialga's cooking utensils had been almost completely stripped off. It was said that Dialga had even made several backups to prevent its utensils from being taken away yet. That way, if they were taken away one day, Dialga wouldn't have to rebuild them immediately, and it would be in a better mood.

Kyogre sighed. He figured he had no chance of getting his water bottle back. But what was most absurd was that quite a few legendary Pokémon in the group chat knew Seath, or at least had heard of him. This was truly astonishing. He hadn't expected that so many things would happen in the world while he was asleep for a short time. It was really unexpected. He wondered what would happen when that lunatic woke up.

The thought of Groudon's madness made Kyogre's face darken. He was actually quite looking forward to seeing what that human named Seath had taken from Groudon. As the saying goes, the one who knows you best is your enemy. Kyogre was also very familiar with Groudon's madness and some of its treasures.

“But if it’s that human…” Kyogre fell into thought. He looked at the previous chat logs. According to the chat logs, the human named Hiss was a chef, similar to Dialga. He was quite easy to talk to, but sometimes he would bring some strange things. Groudon had a treasure that was hard to tell if it was good or bad. It was a volcanic rock that Groudon had slept on for a long time. Because Groudon had been holding it while sleeping for so long, it had developed some strange functions.

"Hehehe, if he really takes it, Groudon will definitely lose his mind and cause a huge scene, right?" Thinking of this, Kyogre felt much better. He looked at the night sky above and revealed a satisfied smile.

……

The next morning, Heath opened his eyes. He had finished meditating. His mind recovered quickly during meditation, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. However, the only problem was that he didn't dream during meditation. It seemed that as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, it was already the next morning.

Heath stretched and woke up Zoroark, who was sleeping. He then took Farfetch'd, who was already awake, and went outside. Cynthia wasn't there today, which was Heath's request. Heath gets up very early every morning because of his work, but he felt that Cynthia didn't need to get up so early with him. So Heath simply told Cynthia to rest and come over when he was done with his work.

"Good morning, Mew, Ralts... Charizard, are you still training?" Hiss looked at the energetic Charizard with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Charizard was incredibly persistent. To be honest, Hiss herself only developed the habit of training every day thanks to Maple's encouragement. But Charizard was different. Charizard had been training on its own since it was a little Charmander, and it still is now.

"Heath!" Mew was very happy, and it seemed to relax a lot. When Heath saw it, it was playing a game. Heath wanted to laugh a little. Another internet-addicted Pokémon was born. However, Heath himself hadn't really thought about how to get Mew to work. It didn't seem like it would be good if Mew didn't work.

I don't know when it started, but all the Pokémon in Hiss's food truck have been taking on some jobs on their own. For example, Charizard is in charge of making barbecues, and even Snorlax provides Hiss with rapid freezing protection and cooling down to make shaved ice. Even Ralts is doing the accounting.

This doesn't mean that Seath is exploiting his Pokémon. After all, aside from Zoroark, which he keeps for money, and Farfetch'd, which he keeps out of interest, Seath doesn't care what the other Pokémon want to do. He just supports them if he can.

The problem is that all the Pokémon are working now. If Mew doesn't work, it might not be able to adapt to and integrate into Sheath's Pokémon environment. So Sheath feels it's necessary to find Mew a job. But if Mew were to appear in her food truck now, Sheath feels it would be impossible for her food truck to return to its former tranquility.

Keep in mind that this is Kanto! Mew is the most popular Pokémon in the Kanto region every year, and no Pokémon has ever been able to challenge its throne. In fact, it has a huge gap between itself and the second place, which is quite outrageous.