I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Heath quickly started making the pancakes while having Farfetch'd prepare the sauce. Finally, the sauce was spread on the pancakes, and they were put in the oven. Theoretically, it would be better to use charcoal and an iron pot for the flavor, but Heath didn't make many savory pancakes, so it was impossible for her to buy a huge iron pot. Therefore, she made do with what she had.

Soon, a rich aroma wafted out, and Xiaoxia, who was sitting on a chair outside, couldn't help but cast an eyeful glance. She had eaten Heath's cooking before, and it tasted very good and suited her taste. In addition, her idol, Miss Zhulan, was also here, so she simply came over. Although she didn't see her idol this time, being able to eat delicious food seemed like a good choice.

Soon after, Zoroark brought a sliced ​​savory pancake to Xia, along with a cup of hot soy milk. This was a complimentary gift from Heath, as eating it on its own would leave her feeling a bit thirsty, and the soy milk would enhance the flavor.

"Hello, your savory pancake is ready." Zoroark put down her things and immediately went back. Hiss had already said that today's breakfast was savory pancake, and she still had to take it to the lounge. Mew and Charizard were still there, while Ralts was busy with her own things. Zoroark curiously glanced over once, and Ralts seemed to be researching how to make lighter and thinner clothing. After all, it was almost summer, and the temperature was starting to rise, so she definitely couldn't just make sweaters at this time.

Chapter 886 Qualifications and Competitions

With Xiaoxia's arrival, more and more people gradually filled up Heath's food truck. It has to be said that this period is the peak tourist season in Cerulean City, so Heath's restaurant is actually quite busy. Heath didn't mind at all; he just quietly cooked. This afternoon, Heath needed to close early and take Farfetch'd to participate in a cooking competition. At the same time, he could also take care of some personal matters. Heath hadn't forgotten that he hadn't obtained his certification yet. Only after obtaining the certification could he process the Purple Ring Octopus, which was related to Cerulean City's achievement mission and needed to be completed as soon as possible.

After completing the mission, Hiss plans to go to the Sinnoh region with Cynthia, or use a portal to travel directly to another city he has never been to before. After all, it is not easy to get to that place, and using a portal is the simplest way. However, since the mission is not yet completed, Hiss is not in a particular hurry.

After Ho-Oh and Misty, Heath's business didn't encounter any interesting customers. By 1:30 PM, Heath had put up a "Closed" sign. After the last customer left, Heath closed the food truck door and began preparing for the day's tasks. The first thing, naturally, was to register for the certification exam. After all, this was an important matter, and Farfetch'd's competition wouldn't start until 4:00 PM, with the first round of selections not beginning until 5:00 PM. Heath didn't need to rush.

The location for the Purple Ring Octopus's exam was similar to the place where he obtained his pufferfish processing qualification certificate last time—the Alliance's professional skills assessment center. Heath took a deep breath; he admitted he was a little nervous. However, as his exam began, Heath quickly adjusted his mindset and passed the exam smoothly, obtaining his qualification certificate.

"So next, it's time to take Farfetch'd to the competition." Heath stretched and looked at the certificate in his hand. Heath smiled with satisfaction. Although he was not a certification expert, he had to admit that having a certificate was a very good thing. It gave him a sense of recognition for his efforts, which made him very satisfied.

Heath wondered if people in real life could directly see the results of their hard work and studies, wouldn't they be more motivated? After all, having a goal in a game can greatly increase a player's motivation. That's why many games later on include trophies and other strange things that are difficult to complete—to give players a motivation.

"Mr. Philo, are you planning to participate in this cooking competition? According to the organizers, a giant green onion duck is also participating. What do you think?" Just as he stepped out of the examination center, Heath saw a man dressed in a chef's uniform and wearing a chef's hat being surrounded by a group of reporters. Heath's expression turned strange. He looked down at his clothes, which were very ordinary casual clothes.

To be honest, just like doctors don't usually wear white coats when they're not on duty, chefs don't usually wear so-called chef uniforms when they're not working. Not to mention that chef uniforms actually came from the West. In the past, Chinese chefs would just wear an apron and that would be enough. Chefs who didn't care would just wear ordinary, loose-fitting clothes. As for Heath, although he would choose to wear such a chef uniform to take care of the guests' feelings, as I said before, he would absolutely not wear it when he wasn't cooking, because it was troublesome to wear and quite eye-catching.

And to be honest, even though Heath came here for certification, he didn't intend to wear a chef's uniform. He never expected to see someone wearing such clothes on the street.

"Excuse me, I've said it many times, I have absolutely no interest in this kind of thing. Besides, the organizers sending a fart duck to participate in the competition is simply an insult to culinary skills. A fart duck? Can it cook?" The man named Filo smiled, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and the contempt in his tone were very obvious. Heath's eyes narrowed. He had just looked up information about this man and found that he was the culinary god of Hualan City, at least that's what he said. But Heath had some reservations about this.

Heath didn't say anything. Anyway, he wouldn't have anything to do with this kind of person. Besides, there are plenty of people in the Pokémon world, so it's understandable that there might be one or two idiots. Heath didn't have any strange thoughts about it. Moreover, Heath didn't know how good this person was, and the other person didn't plan to participate in this competition. So, saying anything more would just be like comparing apples and oranges, just empty talk.

Heath didn't take what had just happened seriously, treating it as just a minor incident. In reality, such things happen occasionally. The most important thing now was to take the scallion duck to the competition. The cooking competition was similar to what Heath had expected: first, a large-scale competition would eliminate a group of people, and then when only thirty-two remained, they could officially compete on the show.

This is quite normal. After all, even Heath himself doesn't know how many people signed up for the cooking competition. But there must have been quite a few. So, if everyone participated, the show would be too long. The best way is to eliminate a group of people first. And there might be quite a few people among them who don't believe in their cooking skills but are bursting with confidence, like the famous "Bo Lan Ge" and "High Note Ge" from some singing competitions held in the previous life. They were very confident, but their skills were lacking.

"Farfetch'd, let's go to the competition." Heath smiled at Farfetch'd. Farfetch'd was a little nervous. It pinched its feathers, took several deep breaths, waved the green onion in its hand, nodded seriously, and followed Heath's steps.

"Speaking of which, my vegetables should be ready for harvest by now, right? I'll check later." Heath stroked his chin thoughtfully. He had previously acquired a portable farm, and now those vegetables could be harvested again. However, Heath didn't plan to use them. Instead, he intended to sell them all for money and then continue to expand his farm. It was a long-term investment, but if the investment was successful, the returns would be even greater.

Chapter 887 Strange Contestants

"Wow, there are so many people, Trainer! Are all these people here to compete?" Zoroark peered curiously through the window of the food truck. It had to be said that despite the rain in Cerulean City and the peak tourist season, quite a few people were still participating in the cooking competition. Hiss thought the 500,000 League Coins reward was very tempting; after all, for many people, 500,000 League Coins was a considerable sum. Even for someone like Hiss who didn't need fame or fortune, the sense of honor in participating in the cooking competition was strong. However, Hiss had no desire to participate; he didn't need anything.

Heath's lips twitched. He originally wanted to answer yes, but looking at the clothes of the people outside, Heath didn't say it. After all, he really couldn't understand why anyone in this world would wear such strange clothes to compete.

People wearing chef's uniforms are considered quite normal. Heath also saw some people dressed as anime characters coming to participate in the competition. One of them looked a lot like Kakato from the popular anime "Glass Shippuden," a ninja manga that has been magically transformed in this world for some reason. However, Heath could tell at a glance who this Kakato was.

"So, is this guy going to use fire-breathing techniques to cook later?" Heath couldn't help but complain. These people's outfits were really bizarre. But there were even more bizarre ones. Heath saw a man kneeling on the ground devoutly worshipping a kitchen knife. Heath couldn't help but cover his face. He thought it was absolutely right for the organizers to eliminate a group of people first. Otherwise, if these weirdos went up, Heath felt that the audience would start to wonder what kind of show they were watching.

It can only be said that the world is full of wonders. Many people feel that their lives are very ordinary, but it is also possible that they have not encountered any strange people. However, some professional people are more likely to encounter all kinds of strange people. For example, those who organize competitions will encounter more strange people the more competitions they organize and the more people participate. This is a very normal thing.

"Sigh, let's go, Farfetch'd." Heath shook his head helplessly, then took Farfetch'd and walked downstairs. As for the other Pokémon, Heath didn't bring them. After all, there were too many people here, and bringing too many Pokémon could easily cause problems. It was safer to just leave them in the car, without having to worry about any issues.

Farfetch'd was a little nervous, clutching its green onion tightly, its breathing becoming rapid. Heath, standing at the door, glanced back at Farfetch'd, somewhat worried, as being too nervous could easily lead to poor performance. Fortunately, Farfetch'd quickly adjusted its mindset and followed Heath downstairs. As Heath led Farfetch'd to the registration confirmation area, it noticed that Farfetch'd was attracting a lot of attention, and even the staff seemed to become more attentive after seeing Heath.

Heath raised an eyebrow. It seemed that, just as he had thought, the appearance of the farfalle duck had attracted the attention of these people. After all, it was a very topical thing. A farfalle duck participating in a cooking competition was bound to generate buzz. Any organizer who wasn't a fool would definitely not miss this opportunity.

"Hello, I brought my green onion duck to participate in the competition... By the way, I wanted to ask if the competition starts now?" Heath had already seen the open-air makeshift kitchen. Judging from the cooking utensils on it, Heath felt that this competition wouldn't be too difficult. He guessed it would involve cooking something stir-fried, most likely fried rice.

Fried rice looks simple, but it's actually quite difficult. At the very least, it can weed out those who know nothing about cooking or whose cooking skills are not very good. There must be quite a few of these people who come to participate in the competition. After all, there are quite a few people with high self-confidence. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been people like Brother Bolan and Brother Gaoyin in the past.

"Yes, after successful registration, you can go to a secluded area to compete. We have dedicated staff who will follow the contestants, score them, and conduct the final tasting, then give the results on the spot." The staff was very enthusiastic. Heath noticed that there were already cameras filming, so it seemed they were planning to make it into behind-the-scenes footage or a simple preview.

Heath politely thanked them and then took the farfalle duck over. The competition details and ingredients would be provided after the contestants were in place. At this time, the camera crew also came over with the farfalle duck. Heath glanced at them but didn't pay any attention. He had already guessed that these people would choose to follow the farfalle duck, since it was the most talked-about duck.

"Hey, have some confidence in yourself. Look at these people..." Heath saw many contestants along the way, but some of them had cooking skills that made Heath shake his head. It was the kind of cooking that even a dog would immediately go to the kitchen and cook a three-meal-one-soup meal after eating it.

"Scallion!" Farfetch'd nodded, feeling a little relieved. After all, compared to some people, it was indeed a fairly skilled player. Heath's encouragement also made it feel much more relaxed. Moreover, based on their observations along the way, both Heath and Farfetch'd were certain that this competition was about fried rice.

I'm pretty good at fried rice and braised duck with scallions.

"You probably already know what the competition is about: fried rice. These are the ingredients, the rice is ready, and all the seasonings are provided. Please begin cooking." The staff member took out a bag containing some ingredients. There weren't many, but Heath knew at a glance what kind of fried rice they could make. In fact, strictly speaking, adding all of these ingredients together could even make a "family-style fried rice." However, Heath didn't say anything or offer any instructions. This was a competition for Farfetch'd, so he could just observe.

Once Farfetch'd got into the zone, he was quite serious. Heath thought he probably learned this from him. Watching Farfetch'd start by cleaning the kitchen utensils, Heath smiled with satisfaction. As long as Farfetch'd knew how to clean the utensils, his score wouldn't be too low. Although the staff didn't say whether anyone had used the pots, cleanliness is the first and most important thing for a chef.

Heath didn't pay much attention to Farfetch'd. He knew Farfetch'd's strength very well. If Farfetch'd couldn't pass, there was only one possibility: it had misperformed, and in a very serious way. Otherwise, Farfetch'd could practically pass the test with its eyes closed.

Heath glanced at the other contestants.

Chapter 888 Yangzhou Fried Rice

Heath had once heard a saying: "The world is a big place, and all sorts of strange and wonderful things can happen." At first, Heath didn't believe it, but now he did. This was because a small cooking competition had just shown him a whole host of strange and wonderful people. There were all sorts of people cooking, and some even fried rice so much that it produced black smoke. Heath was completely baffled. He was really curious why this person would produce so much black smoke when cooking. Was he planning to turn the fried rice into mush?

That wasn't all. Heath also saw someone grabbing vegetables with their bare hands, then scratching their toes before continuing to stir-fry rice. Seeing the dark expression on the face of the staff member next to him and the immediate negative review, Heath almost burst out laughing. Was this guy from some clean and hygienic country? How could anyone dare to grab vegetables with their bare hands? Grabbing vegetables with bare hands is one thing—after all, some places do have this unique food—but even with hand-eaten rice, if someone dares to scratch their toes before grabbing vegetables, they'd be lucky to leave the table alive.

"May Arceus bless this guy so he doesn't use his hands when he goes to the toilet." Heath's lips twitched as he watched the man, who was being kicked out and was still righteously indignant. He knew that some people in certain countries preferred to use their fingers instead of toilet paper when they went to the toilet, even though they thought it was cleaner—after all, they would wash themselves with water afterward. But Heath simply couldn't accept this behavior, especially knowing that people in some countries also ate with their hands.

Although Heath himself knew that stereotypes were not good, there was nothing he could do. Some people did things that made it easy for people to form negative stereotypes about the countries and regions behind them. This was quite normal, just like how regional discrimination often arises.

"Hmm? This guy is..." Heath's attention was drawn to a man who was frying rice, which wasn't unusual. However, what Heath found unusual was that the man was frying rice with great artistry. Every move he made, even the way he tossed the wok, had a strange sense of rhythm. And the man was wearing headphones around his neck. Heath raised an eyebrow. It seemed that this was a musical chef.

"How wonderful, Mr. Rona's every move is so graceful~" A girl's voice rang out. Heath turned his head and glanced at the empty stove next to the farfalle. A girl had appeared at some point and was chopping vegetables while staring adoringly at the man wearing headphones. Heath glanced at the other's knife skills and frowned.

The girl's knife skills were quite good; you could tell at a glance. However, what concerned Heath wasn't that, but rather that the girl's eyes were looking elsewhere while she was chopping vegetables. This was very bad. Even an experienced chef like Heath was extremely focused when chopping vegetables. The sharper the knife, the more focused one needed to be, otherwise, something bad could happen in a minute. Heath had already seen some veteran chefs mess up because they weren't paying attention while chopping vegetables.

However, Heath didn't bother to remind her. Seeing the staff member taking notes, he knew the girl would probably get points deducted. Heath ignored the girl and instead searched online for the name the girl had mentioned: Mr. Rona. With this search, Heath found out who the man in front of him was—also a food video blogger. However, this guy seemed to be quite good at it. He was known for his habit of wearing headphones and listening to music while cooking, which was his signature style.

After all, in this era of internet traffic, it's not easy to stand out from the competition without having some unique features. So Heath didn't really have any objections to this approach. Although Heath was curious about how Mr. Rona could hear other guests' questions when he was entertaining them, Heath couldn't do that in the dining car because he couldn't hear the guests' voices. He could only say that Rona might be a very good chef, but his wearing headphones could easily cause some problems.

After all, unless it's a kitchen for one person, you'll inevitably have to interact with others to some extent, and wearing headphones is, to some extent, a signal of refusing to communicate.

Heath wasn't too concerned about Mr. Ronaldo's cooking. There were many contestants in this competition, all sorts of strange and wonderful people, so Heath wasn't too worried. Judging from Farfetch'd's level, Heath felt that Farfetch'd would have no problem advancing to the next round, or even directly to the top 32. Moreover, the cameras had passed by here many times, so it was clear that the organizers understood how much attention Farfetch'd would receive.

“It’s Yangzhou fried rice.” Heath knew what Green Onion Duck was planning to make just by glancing at the ingredients Green Onion Duck had brought out. Although strictly speaking, you can add anything to fried rice these days, and if you want, you can even add a whole lobster without any problem, there are actually some tricks to making fried rice. Over the years in China, the fried rice that has survived to this day has never tasted too bad, so Heath naturally taught Green Onion Duck some classic fried rice recipes, among which Yangzhou fried rice was a very good choice.

Yangzhou fried rice—you can tell from the name itself where it's from. However, with the development of society, many variations of Yangzhou fried rice have emerged. You can now find all sorts of Yangzhou fried rice, with a dazzling array of flavors. But this time, Da Cong Ya made a very traditional Yangzhou fried rice. Heath smelled the aroma and watched Da Cong Ya make the fried rice, and a smile appeared on his face. In his opinion, Da Cong Ya's advancement this time was a sure thing.

Just as Heath had expected, after the farge duck was finished and the staff took a bite, they immediately informed him that the farge duck could continue to participate in the next competition. Heath also left with a smile, taking the farge duck, which had gained a little more confidence, and returned to the food truck.

"How was it?" A man walked up to the staff member and asked softly.

"Very good cooking skills. There's no need for underhanded tactics. I think it can win fair and square." The staff member took another bite of fried rice.

Chapter 889 Farm Game

"A fair and square victory?" The man in black fell into deep thought. He had previously put Farfetch'd in the competition, even giving it all this attention, simply to ride on Farfetch'd's popularity. His only goal was to lure out that shameless guy. However, he hadn't expected such an unexpected gain. He knew his subordinates well; their opinions on food were rather unique. Since his subordinates believed Farfetch'd could win fair and square, then…

However, the man then fell silent because he saw that his subordinate had finished the plate of fried rice. This made the man take another look at his subordinate. According to the competition rules, after the subordinate ate, he should leave some for him to review and check again to see if it was acceptable. Unexpectedly, his subordinate had finished it all.

"Hehe, it tastes good, I couldn't resist." The subordinate laughed awkwardly. This unique fried rice was indeed very good, and the combination of ingredients was perfect. It was hard to find anything to criticize. Moreover, the leek duck was very hygienic. You know, when he saw the leek duck before, he admitted that he had thought about whether to make things difficult for it. After all, the leek duck was covered in feathers, and he thought he could find some faults in that situation. But who knew that he couldn't find any faults at all.

You know, it's covered in feathers! Even if you accidentally touched a feather, you could find a fault with it, right? But Farfetch'd just didn't. This made the subordinate even wonder if he was supervising a Normal-type Pokémon like Farfetch'd or a Psychic-type Pokémon like Alakazam.

"You rascal..." The man was somewhat amused and exasperated, but he also became somewhat expectant. Since his subordinate was so optimistic about it, it proved that the scallion duck indeed had great potential; otherwise, this guy wouldn't have finished a whole plate of fried rice. Watching his subordinate, satisfied, go to observe the other contestants' stalls, the man shook his head helplessly. After eating such delicious food, his standards would probably rise a bit, right? This was definitely not good news for the later contestants.

……

"Farfetch'd be able to pass, right?" As soon as Hiss returned to the food truck, he saw Zoroark engrossed in a game. Noticing Hiss approaching, Zoroark quickly put down the controller and eagerly asked. Hiss smiled and nodded. Farfetch'd would definitely pass. Hearing this, Zoroark happily hugged Farfetch'd, and then Charizard, Snorlax, and Ralts gathered around. Even Mew was laughing happily. Hiss watched this scene with gentle warmth. His Pokémon seemed to be united at this moment, which was truly good news. Hiss liked this very much; he loved seeing his Pokémon living happily together like this.

"Speaking of which, it seems I haven't made dinner yet..." Heath stretched. The business hours were short today, and Heath planned to make a plate of purple ring octopus for himself tonight. Once he was sure it was okay, he would use it to entertain guests tomorrow. However, the biggest problem was that purple ring octopus was quite expensive, and the price at the market wasn't cheap either. Heath thought that not many customers would be willing to order it. But the good news was that it was currently peak tourist season in Cerulean City, so Heath wasn't too worried about the number of customers.

Heath had already obtained his certification for handling the purple-ringed octopus today, so he was somewhat prepared for how to deal with this highly venomous octopus. However, when he actually started processing it, he realized that it wasn't so easy to do it well. The purple-ringed octopus has three venom sacs inside its body, and all of them need to be removed. But the biggest difficulty is that the location of the venom sacs varies from purple-ringed octopus to purple-ringed octopus, requiring the chef's experience to identify the location of the venom sacs.

Fortunately, Heath was certified, so he quickly prepared the twelve purple-ringed octopuses. However, when it came to how to prepare them, Heath had a problem. Heath originally thought of making teppanyaki octopus, but the purple-ringed octopuses were not very big, so it would be difficult to make teppanyaki octopus. In the end, Heath decided to make spicy octopus, which tasted good and was also good with rice.

As Heath prepared the food, a rich aroma wafted out. Heath couldn't help but smile at the smell. The best thing about the Purple Ring Octopus was its delicious aroma and tasty meat; it was truly a delicacy. Farfetch'd and the others also came out attracted by the aroma. After finishing the octopus, Heath made some other dishes. Finally, she used an ingredient detector to check if the octopus she had made was poisonous before taking it over to eat with her Pokémon.

Both Mew and Snorlax came to the table and sat down without any objection from Heath. He and his Pokémon always ate together and never distinguished between each other.

After dinner, Heath settled down and went to his farm. Just as he expected, all the vegetables on Heath's farm were ripe. Heath looked at them and thought they were of decent quality, but not top-quality. They were just cabbages that could be sold early at the market because they looked good and people would instinctively take them.

Of course, this is the way things are now. If we were to compare it to the days when people couldn't even get enough to eat, let alone this kind of cabbage, even cabbages with withered leaves and lots of insect damage could be sold very quickly and even snapped up. After all, when faced with the threat of hunger, having enough to eat is far more important than anything else.

Without hesitation, Heath sold all the vegetables. After calculating the money, Heath opened up new plots of land, bought some seeds to plant, and then waited. Heath wasn't in a hurry. Having played simulation games before, Heath knew very well that the early stages of simulation games were definitely more troublesome, but in the later stages, there was no need to worry about anything. At that time, he could do whatever he wanted. As the vegetable plots grew larger and Heath earned more and more money, he could start upgrading the land.

Upgrading the land, buying better seeds, and growing higher-quality vegetables—that's Heath's current goal. He can also start preparing the chicken coop early; once he gets a few chickens, the problem won't be too big.

After looking after the chicks, Heath left; it was about time he rested.

Chapter 890: Spot of light?

Heath was meditating that night. He hadn't originally planned to meditate, since sleeping occasionally is a good thing and helps him relax. However, he found that his brain was a bit too active that night, playing very energetic music, making it hard for him to fall asleep. So, he decided to meditate to solve the problem and avoid insomnia. However, while meditating, Heath noticed that this night's meditation seemed different from his usual meditation.

"What is this...?" Heath paused for a moment. He was meditating, and he knew what meditation was like. He had experienced it many times before. Every time he entered a meditative state, his mind would go blank. If he had to describe it, it was like suddenly spacing out, except that this spacing out lasted longer and he didn't even realize it. It seemed like he would close his eyes and open them again, and it would be the next morning. But during his meditation that night, Heath sensed something strange.

He had his eyes closed, but he felt as if he had opened them. In front of Heath, there appeared some small things with light spots, which looked like fireflies flying around. Heath was a little confused. He slowly reached out his hand, trying to touch the light spots in front of him, but when Heath's hand reached out, the light spots disappeared and he could not touch them at all.

Heath was puzzled. He began to study the points of light in front of him, but no matter how he studied them, he couldn't figure them out. When Heath opened his eyes again, it was already time to get up the next day. Heath was full of energy. The moment he opened his eyes, all the points of light in front of him disappeared. It seemed that they could only exist in a meditative state.

"So what exactly is that?" Hiss was even more confused and stunned. He desperately wanted to know, but he didn't know what it was. However, considering that Meditation was a Psychic-type move, Hiss decided to ask Ralts and Mew to see if these two Psychic-type Pokémon knew anything about light spots or something.

Heath felt he must have known, since he only saw it while in a meditative state, and now that he was awake, he couldn't see it anymore.

"Good morning... Trainer..." Zoroark groggily got up. Hiss looked at Zoroark in disbelief. This little guy was actually able to get up on his own without him waking him up? This was truly a miracle.

Normally, Zoroark would get up very late, or she would have to drag her out of bed to get up, otherwise she could sleep until the next morning. So Heath was quite shocked to see Zoroark wake up without her even calling her.

"Good morning, Zoroark." Hiss couldn't help but chuckle at Zoroark's sleepy-eyed appearance. This little guy really could stay up all night. Hiss had heard that some Pokémon with peculiar abilities couldn't fall asleep. He wondered how those Pokémon managed. Hiss had once read a report that said if humans didn't sleep for a long time, their mental state would completely collapse.

Although Pokémon are Pokémon and their constitution is different from humans, Heath felt they were pretty much the same. So if Zoroark could stay up less and rest earlier, Heath thought it would be great. However, Heath also felt that the issue of rotating shifts should be put on the agenda as soon as possible. After all, waiters in other restaurants at least work six days and rest one day, but here, he had to work every day. He had to work as soon as the restaurant opened. Heath had nothing to say about being hung on a street lamp.

With Zoroark, who rarely gets up early, and Farfetch'd, who was already up, Heath pushed open the bedroom door. As soon as he opened the door, Heath saw Mew and Ralts looking at him with strange eyes, which made Heath a little confused. He even looked down at his pants and then realized that they were casual pants without zippers, so there shouldn't be any chance of accidentally exposing them.

"What's wrong?" Hiss looked at Mew and Ralts with some confusion. Then Mew floated over and landed in front of Hiss, reaching out its hand to touch Hiss's head. The next moment, Hiss saw more points of light in front of him. These points of light were just like the ones he had seen when he was meditating, floating and drifting.

“This is…” Heath’s eyes were somewhat vacant. He had been studying these points of light yesterday, and he never expected to see them again now.

Heath had originally thought that this thing could only be seen in a meditative state, but he didn't expect that he could see it even when he wasn't meditating. This made Heath even more curious. However, he also knew that this should be related to Mew, since he only saw it after Mew touched him. So Heath looked at Mew, waiting for Mew to give him an explanation so that he could know the specific reason.

"Psychic energy, wandering psychic energy, you can see them now, you are... a companion." Mew looked at Heath intently. Last night when it was sleeping, it sensed something was wrong. The wandering psychic energy seemed to be slowly drawn to one place. Mew looked in that direction and saw that it was Heath's room. When Heath came out today, it noticed that Heath's psychic energy had become strange. If Heath was an ordinary person before, then Heath had now become a superhuman, although still a very weak superhuman, but still a superhuman.

This is progress, a step from 0 to 1. This step is also the most difficult. Generally speaking, superpowered people are usually born that way. They are naturally strong, and very few can become superpowered through later training. I never expected that Heath would succeed.

After assessing his condition and briefly testing his so-called superpowers, Hiss lost interest. He realized his superpowers were no longer enough to lift a cup, making it pointless to have them. He chuckled and took his Pokémon to wash up. Ralts, for some reason, insisted that Hiss hold her so she could brush her teeth with him, and Hiss didn't refuse.

Chapter 891 How to Make Wonton