I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

After washing up, Heath drove his food cart directly to his stall. Since he hadn't been open for long yesterday, he still had plenty of ingredients in his cart and didn't need to buy any more. Right now, he was in the kitchen teaching Farfetch'd how to cook. Heath hadn't planned to teach Farfetch'd himself because he felt it was unnecessary, but he had no choice. Farfetch'd seemed a bit disoriented, so Heath had to teach it himself to see if he could give it more confidence.

"...Look at the questions for the next test. Although they look difficult, it's still just the preliminary round, so it won't be too hard. You don't need to be so nervous." Heath said helplessly. Farfetch'd was very nervous because of yesterday's test. Although Farfetch'd passed the first test smoothly yesterday, there was still another preliminary round. There would be two preliminary rounds in total, after which the top 32 would be determined. It seemed fast, but the production team certainly wouldn't waste too much time on the preliminary rounds, so this was to be expected.

However, for some reason, the staff revealed the test topic for the next exam in advance: knife skills. This meant that the next exam would definitely be related to knife skills, but the staff didn't say what it would be. They just said that knife skills would be tested. Heath didn't care. He'd deal with whatever questions these people came up with. But Farfetch'd clearly didn't have a deep understanding of these things, so he was very nervous.

"Onion..." Farfetch'd gripped the cleaver, took a deep breath, and then picked up a radish to start carving on it. This was a teaching task assigned to it by Heath. According to Heath, as long as Farfetch'd could carve a lady's portrait on a radish, then its knife skills would definitely be fine.

Besides, this is just a preliminary selection, how could a preliminary selection be too difficult? Heath made Farfetch'd carve the portrait of a lady just so that Farfetch'd could maintain a very high ranking.

Of course, if even a green onion duck can be carved into a portrait of a lady, and others can carve even more impressive things, Heath has nothing to say. However, as he said before, those who can reach this level are usually already famous and don't have much need for these kinds of things. Heath thinks it's unlikely that these people will participate in the competition. You know, although it's a competition, if a real culinary master comes, they can be directly guaranteed a spot in the top 32. After all, it's a matter of respect for the other person and for the other contestants.

Those truly established masters in the culinary world, which one of them hasn't achieved great success and has a wealth of achievements to prove their abilities? So for them, it's like a group of top-notch professional technicians participating in a competition for newbies, or like some singing auditions in my past life. If Jay Chou were to participate, would the program team let him start from scratch? Of course not. They would definitely have Jay Chou come as a guest.

"Take your time. Although I don't know what the question is, knife skills are all the same in the end. Practice makes perfect." Heath was very calm. Knife skills can be practiced, and it's not particularly troublesome or complicated. For a chef, as long as he cooks every day and has a little talent, he can make dishes like Wensi Tofu sooner or later. Of course, the premise is that he practices diligently. If he only practices sporadically, it won't work.

Farfetch'd nodded, gaining some confidence. While it might lack confidence in other areas like talent, it truly excelled when it came to hard work. After all, what had allowed Farfetch'd to get to where it was today? Hard work, of course! It had persisted in tossing the wok until now, making it a habit; it felt uneasy if it didn't toss it a couple of times each day. And that didn't go into its knife skills, which were far more important. Back when Heath opened the rotating hot pot restaurant, Farfetch'd was constantly chopping vegetables, and now it was confident it could slice lettuce and other vegetables finer than a hair.

Seeing the green onion duck, Heath smiled and began preparing breakfast. Today, Heath planned to make wontons. Wontons are simple to make, taste good, and are filling, making them a great breakfast option. They can also be eaten for lunch or dinner. However, the amount of meat filling in wontons is generally a question worth considering.

Heath used to be a wonton enthusiast, having eaten both large and small wontons, and even dry-mixed wontons, which was quite astonishing. However, in Heath's opinion, these wontons could actually be divided into three categories. One category is the kind where one kilogram of meat can make a lot of wontons [almost no filling wontons]. When you eat those wontons, you feel like you're eating meat filling, but then again, you don't feel like you're eating any. It's all thin dough. In the end, you get full because there's too much dough. But it's better to just eat the dough.

The second type is ordinary wontons, which contain meat filling. The third type is large wontons, where one wonton is a mouthful of meat filling, and a dozen or so are enough to fill you up.

However, in Heath's opinion, neither wontons without filling nor wontons with large fillings are good. Wontons without fillings lack meat flavor, while wontons with large fillings have too much meat flavor, which overpowers the flavor of the dough, making them inferior. A proper good wonton has just the right amount of meat filling, and there are some tricks to making wontons. These tricks were discovered by Heath himself and no one else knows them.

Heath calmly shaped the minced meat into a ball and quickly dipped it into the oil. He took it out before it even changed color. He dipped it in oil just to slightly set the filling, so that it would taste better when made into wontons later. This would separate the flavor of the filling from the flavor of the dough, while also locking in the flavor of the filling, making the wontons taste better.

Soon, Seath finished preparing bowls of wontons. After calling out, Seath began to eat with his Pokémon. Just as he finished eating and was about to clean up, a dazzling light suddenly shone. Seath was stunned for a moment, then looked over and saw that it was Ralts.

Ralts is evolving? Hiss was somewhat surprised. This was clearly the light of evolution, but wasn't this evolution a bit too bizarre? Evolving just by eating?

Chapter 892 Kirlian

Ralts evolved into Kirlia. To be honest, this scene left Hiss somewhat dazed. He knew that all his Pokémon would evolve, unless there were some harsh evolution conditions, such as needing special stones or meeting certain specific conditions. Otherwise, most Pokémon would slowly evolve to their final form over time. However, Hiss had also heard that some Pokémon rarely evolved, especially in the wild, such as Psyduck and Slowpoke. These special Pokémon were usually quite dull and looked silly, which was probably why these Pokémon rarely evolved directly.

However, most Psychic Pokémon evolve relatively smoothly, and Ralts is one of them. According to the research report given by the professors, Ralts is a Pokémon that can evolve quickly as long as it can live happily with its trainer. This made Hiss feel a little strange, but also quite interesting.

"Hiss!" It has to be said that Ralts looked even cuter after evolving into Kirlia, and she jumped into Hiss's arms. Hiss was a little amused, but he still hugged the still very light Kirlia, and then spun her around.

"Congratulations on your evolution, Kirlia." Hiss chuckled and ruffled Kirlia's hair. Kirlia looked at Hiss with her eyes crinkling with joy.

"Wow~ Is Laa's evolved form really that beautiful?" Zoroark looked on with envy. Mew also watched curiously. It didn't evolve; it always looked the same. However, Mew thought that staying in this form was actually a good thing. It was very used to living in this body, and it would really feel a little uncomfortable if it changed into something else.

Kirlia happily circled around Hiss, who was also happy to accompany Ralts. Some Pokémon undergo drastic personality changes after evolving. Before evolving, they might be children who can't live without their trainers, but after evolving, they might become aloof and cold. However, Hiss's test revealed that Ralts wasn't like that. Even after evolving, she was still Ralts, that cute little girl.

"Alright, Kirlia, we'll play again later. I need to get ready to open for business now." Hiss smiled and said to Ralts. Ralts nodded seriously, but she didn't leave. Instead, she pulled out a piece of clothing from somewhere and handed it to Hiss with both hands. Hiss was taken aback. He took it and glanced at it. It was a black and white outfit. Hiss actually recognized this outfit. He had originally planned to use it as a waiter's uniform, but since Zoroark could create it himself, Hiss hadn't used it. He hadn't expected Kirlia to find it...

"Huh?" Hiss was taken aback. Kirlia wasn't a silly Pokémon. She definitely didn't bring out this outfit for him to wear. So, could it be that Kirlia planned to wear it and become a waitress in his food cart?

Sure enough, after Hiss asked, he knew why Kirlia was dressed like that. She did indeed plan to work as a waitress in her own food truck. Hess had to admit that this made him feel a little uncomfortable, but it was also a good thing. If Kirlia really intended to be a waitress, then Zoroark could take a day off. Hiss had thought about this before, but he didn't expect Kirlia to step forward on her own now.

"Alright, Zoroark, today you can help Kirlia get used to the work, and then you can rest tomorrow. After that, it'll be like this every day, you and Kirlia taking turns working." Hiss looked at Kirlia with satisfaction. This little one was such a sweet little angel, and Hiss himself felt very happy.

Zoroark was even happier. She really hadn't expected to get a chance to rest, which made her extremely happy. She was so happy she almost jumped for joy. However, she suppressed her joy and instead focused on helping Kirlia get familiar with her work. After all, Zoroark knew that if she really wanted a break, she needed Kirlia to be able to handle things on her own.

"Lala, this job is quite tough, are you sure you want to do it?" Zoroark led Kirlia out. Although she knew Kirlia had evolved, she still habitually called her Lala, and Kirlia clearly liked it too.

"Yes! Zoroark, I already wanted to help Hiss and you all! I want to join everyone!" Kirlia nodded earnestly. She was actually quite clear about what she needed to do, especially since she was a Psychic Pokémon, so doing these things wasn't particularly difficult for her. Moreover, she could deliver food to many customers at the same time, which was her biggest advantage. Although Zoroark could use Apparition, she wasn't a Psychic Pokémon after all, and she wasn't as convenient as Kirlia in delivering food.

Zoroark blinked, looking at the happy Kirlia, and suddenly felt a pang of guilt in her already meager conscience. This child really was a good child, unlike herself, who only thought about slacking off all day long...

With that in mind, Zoroark began to teach Kirlia even more seriously, and also shared some of his own little tricks with her. Although this might not be of much use to Kirlia, who is a Psychic-type, since Kirlia can do more things, Zoroark still taught her very seriously, and Kirlia also studied very diligently without any sign of slacking off.

"Open the door." Heath wiped his hands; he had already washed all the kitchen utensils. He also glanced at the dining area of ​​the food cart. Kirlia and Zoroark had already cleaned the cart, making it very clean. This made him smile. Kirlia was really serious. But that's just how she is; she's very serious about everything she does, and once she sets her mind on something, she'll stick to it to the end.

“Okay!” Kirlia nodded happily, and then, with Zoroark’s help, opened the door and hung up the “Open for Business” sign.

Chapter 893 Guests Who Came to Dine

A new Odd-colored Kirlia has appeared in the magical food truck. This news only circulates among the loyal customers of the food truck. After all, most ordinary people, although they know there is a Kirlia in the food truck, will not care too much. Everyone has their own things to deal with, their own lives, their own pain, and their own troubles, so everyone is busy. However, after running the food truck for so long, Heath has gained some loyal fans. Although not all fans have the money to support him and follow in Heath's footsteps to eat with him, there are still a few rich women or rich men among them.

[The white cat in the food truck: Kirlia? Or a different color? What happened to Miss Betty from before? (Shocked face)]

[Touhou Gensokyo: Betty is here too, according to a new member. However, Kirlia seems to be a junior and is still learning.]

[Turkey-flavored rice crackers: I'm on the plane now, I'll take pictures for you guys when I get there!]

[Black Cat from the Food Truck: Chicken-Flavored Rice Crackers are Awesome! (Voice cracks)]

[My wife changes every three months: Chicken rice crust is awesome! (Funny)]

[The magical mobile food truck: Okay, that's enough!]

Looking at the messages on his phone, the man smiled. He enjoyed chatting and joking with these group members. Although he had many things to deal with most of the time, such as company matters and his children, the man who had tasted Heath's cooking once became a fan. He was also curious as to why Heath's dishes always suited his taste so well, with absolutely no flaws. This gave the man some new ideas. He wondered if his hotel could provide such a service.

He picked up his phone and typed a few words into it.

[Turkey-flavored rice crackers: I'm almost there! (with picture)]

The man put down his phone with satisfaction. Heath's cooking was delicious, but the flavors were still lacking. The biggest problem was that Heath liked to travel all over the world, so getting to eat Heath's food wasn't easy. Even if you knew where Heath was, having the money to go there and find her was another challenge. Not everyone has the spare cash to fly around the world, and everyone knew that. In that small food group, besides himself, only seven other people could afford to fly around the world to eat.

Others could do it too, but as the saying goes, everyone is different. He might be able to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan every month on a mobile game, but could others do that? It's unlikely. Only a few people can do that. It's like coming to eat Heath's food. Heath's food is delicious, but even so, it's not easy to get a table. Do other people have the money to fly here for a meal? Of course, some do, but whether they can afford to spend that much is another question.

After getting off the plane, the man took a taxi and went straight to Heath's food truck. Seeing the familiar food truck, the man smiled, then pushed open the door and went inside. As soon as he entered, he saw Miss Betty and a different colored Kirlia busy serving the guests. There were many guests, but fortunately there were seats available. However, the man did not sit in those places; he sat directly opposite Heath.

"Long time no see, Mr. Heath." Looking at the man in front of him, Heath was a little confused. Although he remembered the faces of many guests, it was impossible for him to remember the names of every guest. He was not a patient with hyperthymesia. Only those who left a very deep impression on him, or those he could hardly forget, would Heath remember the names and faces of, and then connect them. And it was obvious that the man in front of him was not that kind of person.

"Hello." Hiss nodded politely. It wasn't surprising that the other person recognized him. Hiss was quite well-known in the Kanto and Sinnoh regions, and even in other League regions, although most of that fame came from his girlfriend, Cynthia.

"Hehe, Mr. Heath probably doesn't remember me, right? But could you make me a braised chicken rice dish?" The man smiled awkwardly. He owned a large company with thousands of employees, but he still couldn't get Heath to remember him. However, this was quite normal, after all, this was Heath, a man who traveled all over the world, and the man had only eaten at Heath's restaurant twice, both times hosted by Miss Betty.

“Okay.” Heath glanced at the man’s head to confirm what he wanted to eat, and then began to prepare the food for the guest.

Watching the busy Heath, the man rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. He glanced at the menu, which featured a considerable number of dishes, but the most eye-catching was the phrase: "Any recipe can be provided as long as the ingredients are available." Mr. Heath was as consistent as ever. However, the man also noticed a sign next to Heath's counter that read: "Chef's Special Recommendation Today: Purple Ringed Octopus." The man became intrigued. Before coming to eat, he had researched the dish; the purple ringed octopus was a specialty of Cerulean City, poisonous but incredibly delicious, and only those with a license could sell it. It seemed Mr. Heath had already obtained the license?

"Mr. Heath, is this purple-ringed octopus for sale?" The man licked his lips. If it were any other chef, he might hesitate, but he knew Heath very well. Although he had only eaten at Heath's restaurant twice, the man had seen many people in the group chat talking about Heath. For example, Heath had handled highly poisonous foods, and even pufferfish. Moreover, Heath dared to sell it, so he must have already obtained the necessary certifications.

"Hmm? Sure, would you like one?" Heath paused for a moment, then smiled. Although Heath had put up the sign, no one had ordered it yet. It was a good thing to complete the city achievement task sooner.

"Of course!" The man paid immediately. He knew that at Heath's, it was customary to pay first and then eat.

Heath nodded. It seemed they needed to add another dish. Heath had made plenty of purple ring octopus, and he was very confident in using it to entertain the guest. Without any hesitation or hesitation, he immediately began cooking for the guest.

"But I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?" Heath said thoughtfully.

Chapter 894 Superpowers are so useful!

Heath was cooking. The customer's order wasn't too complicated. Braised chicken took a bit of time, but it wasn't that difficult to make. The only problem was that making the purple ring octopus required Heath to concentrate and not get distracted. If she lost focus, it could lead to problems. So Heath focused intently on making this purple ring octopus. After it was finished, Heath served it to the customer, who was curiously looking at Kirlia and Zoroark.

However, there was no ill intent in the other person's eyes, only a hint of curiosity and inquiry. Heath glanced at him but ignored it. As long as he didn't have any bad intentions towards Zoroark and Kirlia, that was fine. After all, if he did have any bad intentions, it would be quite troublesome for Heath. As for now, it didn't matter. Because of Kirlia's appearance, many guests looked at her with such inquisitive eyes, after all, she was a heterochromatic.

"Has this guest eaten in my food truck before?" Heath hesitated for a moment, looking at the guest before asking.

After all, this guest had mentioned that he hadn't seen him in a long time, and Heath was quite certain that he hadn't had any contact with this guest outside of the dining car. So the most likely scenario was that this guest had eaten in his dining car before, and he had some memory of it, but it wasn't very clear. He guessed that this guest had only eaten here a few times and then hadn't eaten here again.

“Yes, I had some pufferfish and other things at your place before, Mr. Heath.” The man laughed heartily, looking at Heath, who was also taken aback for a moment. Then he realized who this customer might be. He had seen this customer before, with a soul on his lap, a soul that did not want to be reincarnated. That customer was the owner of a microfinance company. Because of the man’s profession and the man holding his leg, Heath still had some impression of him.

But there was nothing he could do. After all, so much time had passed, and Heath himself entertained different guests every day, so it was natural that he couldn't always remember every guest's face and name.

"Ah, I remember now." Heath smiled slightly. He remembered that this guest had a rather unique name, something like Jin Cancan. Anyway, Heath rarely saw people with that name, but it wasn't strange. Heath had also met guests with the surname Shi, Cha, and Cu. It was just that all sorts of strange and unusual people were there.

Therefore, it's not surprising that someone with the surname Kim or Silver would appear; Heath himself could accept it.

"Mr. Heath, your cooking is still so delicious." Mr. Jin Cancan had already taken a bite of the purple-ringed octopus. He swallowed the octopus with satisfaction. Just like before, eating at Heath's place always gave him a unique feeling. It was as if Heath knew what he liked to eat and what flavors he preferred. Therefore, Heath could always make food that satisfied him. This was also the reason why Mr. Jin Cancan was willing to travel so far.

"You flatter me, sir," Heath said gently. His culinary skills were indeed good, but not yet unparalleled. It could only be said that Heath's current culinary skills were one aspect, and the chef's eye was another. Because of the chef's eye, Heath's culinary skills had improved to some extent. After all, the chef's eye could help him understand the guests' preferences and requirements for food, so that he could make food that satisfied the guests, which was the key.

After all, guests have different tastes. It can be said that even the most skilled chefs in the past wouldn't dare to say they could satisfy every guest. They could only say they would try their best to make every guest happy. It's not easy to make dishes that suit every guest's taste, unless they are regular customers who come to the restaurant often. Otherwise, most people really can't do that.

"By the way, Mr. Heath, when are you going back to Lavender Town? I have... a friend online who lives in Lavender Town and is really craving your cooking, Mr. Heath." Jin Cancan remembered that a friend in the group had asked her to ask about something. Since she was already here, she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hmm? Lavender Town? But I probably won't go there. My next stop might be Cinnabar Town, or maybe the Sinnoh region. After all, you know my girlfriend is in Sinnoh." Heath smiled. He rarely goes back to his old ways. He only considers going to other places after he has completed all the city achievements in the Kanto region.

Jin Cancan nodded. They had guessed this as well. After all, Hiss only went to each town once, so it was quite easy to guess and not very difficult. However, if Hiss went to the Sinnoh region, it would not be so easy for them to find Mr. Hiss for a meal. Although going to Sinnoh was not very expensive, the problem was that it took some time.

[You entertained Jin Cancan, you completed the Cerulean City achievement quest, and you received a special reward.]

You have obtained a blueprint for upgrading and modifying a food truck.

Heath raised an eyebrow. It seemed the mission was complete, which was quite good. This Mr. Golden had come all the way to Cerulean City to find him and even helped him complete a mission. Heath's mood improved considerably. Now that the mission was finished, Heath didn't have much to worry about Cerulean City anymore. His only concern was probably for Ms. Officer Sami, but the Nightmare Flower hadn't bloomed yet, and Heath hadn't obtained any other items. Heath himself wasn't quite sure how to help Officer Sami.

Heath glanced at Mr. Golden, who was focused on eating, and didn't disturb him. Instead, she calmly returned to the kitchen to continue preparing dishes for the other guests. As the number of guests gradually increased, Heath became busier. Fortunately, with Kirlian around, entertaining guests was still quite convenient.

"...I feel like I can retire now." Zoroark looked at Kirlia, who could carry more than a dozen plates by herself and still have the leisure to clear away the plates left by other guests. Her lips twitched and her eyes were blank. She suddenly had the feeling that she had taught her apprentice but starved her. Why was that?

"I want to be a Psychic Pokémon too!!!" Zoroark exclaimed enviously. Psychic powers are just so useful!

Chapter 895 Nightmare Wine

What can superpowers be used for? This question is very intriguing. In the past, people generally believed that superpowers did not exist. However, in this world, superpowers are real. Not only are there superpowered Pokémon, but also powerful superpowered individuals. For example, Sabrina is a very powerful superpowered individual. There are even rumors that Sabrina is no different from a regular Kadabra.

It may not seem like much, but you have to remember that's Kadabra. Ordinary people really can't compare to these naturally powerful psychics. So it's already surprising that Sabrina is so strong. But in fact, besides being useful in combat, psychics are often used in strange ways, like what Kirlia is doing right now.

"Miss Kirlia, could you please add an ice-cold beer for me?" This was the request from the customer on the far left. Upon hearing this, Kirlia flew over with a beer jug ​​and filled the customer's glass in no time. Kirlia was still holding the plate, seemingly unaffected, although she was a little slower.

"Miss Betty, a bottle of Nightmare Wine!" This was a call for Betty, but before Zoroark, in her Betty form, could even get there, a bottle of Nightmare Wine flew over, and then the money flew to Heath's side, landing safely on the counter. Zoroark blinked, suddenly feeling like a complete waste, utterly helpless. There was nothing she could do; Kirlia could do everything else, and there really wasn't much she could do.

Moreover, Kirlia delivers these things incredibly quickly. Not only what it is, but everything is ready in no time, making Zoroark extremely envious. After all, Zoroark only has two hands to carry things, at most two dishes, and she has to be careful not to burn her hands. But Kirlia doesn't have this problem. As long as her psychic powers are sufficient, Kirlia can quickly entertain guests and arrange every request they make, making her incredibly powerful.

"Why do I have this inexplicable feeling that I'm about to lose my job?" Zoroark muttered to himself.

Watching this scene, Hiss thought Zoroark might be out of a job. After all, Kirlia could do the work of a dozen waiters all by herself. Hiss didn't even dare to imagine what would happen when Kirlia evolved into Gardevoir. Kirlia was strong, but she was still far inferior to Gardevoir's final evolution. Hiss knew this very well. Once Kirlia evolved into Gardevoir, his food truck would probably become a fully automated food truck.

"Zoroark, how are the Nightmare Wine sales since we opened?" Hiss glanced at Zoroark. Zoroark was like a self-taught artist who had finally managed to earn some money, only to be hit by the appearance of an AI painter, which dealt a heavy blow to Zoroark and made him feel depressed. But there was nothing he could do; Kirlia was too strong. If Kirlia had lived in his previous life, she could probably have single-handedly supported the operation of a large restaurant. Wouldn't the capitalists have been overjoyed?

Heath had acquired Nightmare Wine before and had been stockpiling it. He had accumulated quite a bit and finally obtained a sales license for the liquor, which allowed him to put it in his food truck for sale. This was no easy feat. Although Heath was a member of the Officer Jenny family, perhaps because of this, the scrutiny he encountered was extremely strict, and the random checks on the quality of the liquor were even more complicated. Heath had to entrust a specialized company to handle the matter to get it completely sorted out.

No matter what world it is, some qualifications are not easy to obtain. For example, in my previous life, when computers were just emerging and entering thousands of households, it was very difficult to obtain a business license for an internet cafe. You either had to rely on connections or some underhanded methods. Otherwise, it was not easy to open an internet cafe. Of course, opening an internet cafe is not that complicated now, but there are still some troublesome and cumbersome things.

So, where there is demand, there is naturally a market, and some companies that specialize in handling these matters for others have emerged. Heath naturally also lets these companies handle things for him. He doesn't have that much time to run around the world and deal with these daunting things. If he can solve the problem by paying some money, it is naturally the best choice for Heath.

After obtaining all the necessary licenses, permits, and certifications for his beverages, Heath was able to sell them from his own food truck. Selling commercially available beverages wouldn't be as complicated, but Heath had to do it himself, which made it quite troublesome. Fortunately, he finally got it all done.

"Trainer, we've sold twenty-three bottles of Nightmare Brew so far," Zoroark said happily. She felt she finally had a chance to prove herself. Before, she could take Kirlia with her and teach her some things, but as Kirlia got the hang of things, she left Zoroark far behind.

Heath raised an eyebrow. Twenty-three bottles? Heath hadn't expected to sell so many so early. He knew Nightmare Brew was priced rather high, only slightly cheaper than high-end spirits among all alcoholic beverages on the market. Yet, it still sold so well, which surprised Heath. He then began to calculate: twenty-three bottles a day—he wondered how long his supply would last. Making Nightmare Brew was quite complicated. The only good news was that Heath traveled the world frequently, so he didn't need to worry about constantly having a group of alcoholics.

It's said that anglers have an unusually deep obsession with fishing, but in Heath's opinion, alcoholics have the deepest obsession with alcohol, second only to smokers and menthol addicts. Some alcoholics are the type who really don't care about their own lives and will still have a few drinks. Heath used to know a relative who developed alcoholic liver disease and a perforated stomach from drinking every day. The doctor warned him repeatedly, but he still couldn't stop and ended up drinking himself to death.

When Heath attended the funeral, his cousin and aunt both looked calm, as if the old drunkard's death was a relief for them. Heath had no words to say about this.