I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Favorite flavor: Sweet

Disliked flavors: sour and spicy

[Food requirement: I want to try the poison dart frogs made by the magical chef Heath, but I'm unsure whether Heath will choose to make the sweet, heretical poison dart frogs to suit his own taste, or respect tradition and make the spicy poison dart frogs. I'm currently torn.]

"?" Heath slowly typed out a question mark. Goodness, the flavor wasn't anything special. There were quite a few people who liked sweets, or rather, many people liked sweets. After all, the texture and taste of sweets were undeniable. This stuff tasted pretty good. The only problem was Qiu Yue's standards for food. This was the first time Heath had ever seen such a strange change in her taste preferences. Most importantly, what was this "magical chef" thing? How come Heath didn't know when he had mastered magic?

Could this actually be a branch of Hogwarts instead of Kanto?

However, Heath didn't see the owl come to deliver the message. Moreover, Heath knew very well that magic didn't exist in this world, but superpowers did, and superpowers could be understood as magic to some extent. But the problem was that Heath wasn't a superpowered person right now. He was just an ordinary cook. Although he could understand his Pokémon and had mastered meditation, and could also understand Grass-type Pokémon, he really wasn't a superpowered person. Perhaps when he made further progress in the future or his sixth sense became precognition, Heath would consider himself a superpowered person.

"Forget it, for this kind of question, let's make a sweet and spicy poison dart frog dish." Heath shook his head and made his final decision. To make the other party even more satisfied, Heath even specially chose to add some edible and delicious toxins to enhance the texture and flavor of the dish, which can be considered an exceptionally thoughtful effort.

Once the poison dart frog is skinned, the process becomes much easier, with nothing particularly noteworthy. The only thing worth mentioning is that the poison dart frog's meat is incredibly smooth and tender; touching it feels like catching a loach. Anyone who has lived in the countryside knows how slippery loaches are, and without experience, you simply can't catch one with your bare hands the first time. Heath felt that same sensation when he touched the poison dart frog's meat; he simply placed his hand on it, and it slid right into the plate.

"This stuff would be perfect for a shampoo commercial," Heath couldn't help but remark. It was the first time he'd ever seen such smooth meat. Even the best fish couldn't achieve this. This frog meat was simply amazing. However, while it was incredibly smooth, cutting it was a problem. Heath tried, and even when he held the frog meat down carefully with a knife, it still managed to cut a straight line into a curved line.

Then Heath chose to cut directly, but after this cut, Heath found that it didn't work either; he still couldn't cut a straight line.

However, Heath didn't mind. Poison dart frogs were quite large, so they didn't necessarily need to be cut into small pieces. Grilling them whole was also an option, and he could even spread sweet chili sauce on them, which would suit Qiu Yue's taste. So Heath did just that. But while grilling, Heath discovered another characteristic of poison dart frogs: they cooked incredibly fast, almost like a thin slice of pork being grilled.

So Heath quickly had to smear the poison dart frog with sweet chili sauce and take it off the grill, since it was already overcooked and would burn if it were grilled any longer, which would be a complete waste of such a top-notch delicacy. However, to confirm the taste, Heath still cut off a small piece to taste. The texture was indeed very smooth and delicious, with an indescribable aroma. It was so good that one bite made you wonder if some kind of palatability enhancer had been added.

"Now I finally understand what it means that high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods." Heath clicked his tongue. In the video, Qiu Yue's cooking was also very simple: boil it, then cut it up, and then pour on the sauce. It seems that the most important part of cooking poison dart frogs is all about how to process the skin. Heath watched and thought that this step was indeed very ingenious. He wondered how long these chefs had studied it to come up with something like this.

Heath felt that the 12,000 yuan tuition fee was well worth it and not a loss at all. After all, this knowledge was learned through countless accumulations and practices by others. What you should know is that in this world, apart from schools teaching knowledge cheaply, other professional knowledge requires a lot of money, and you may not even be able to learn it. For example, learning programming in the computer science department of a university and learning programming in a training class outside the community are completely different prices.

After Qiu Yue took a bite, he was stunned. To be honest, although he knew that the chef was Chef Heath, who was known as the Magic Chef, he really did not expect that the food he made would be so unique. He liked to eat sweet food, but he also felt that eating poison dart frogs should be spicy, so he was always conflicted. In the end, Heath made a sweet and spicy dish, which perfectly catered to his taste buds and his dilemma.

"No wonder he's a magic chef..." Qiu Yue was satisfied.

Chapter 1065 The Visitor at Night

You entertained Qiu Yue, and you received the "Food Guide" in return.

"?" Heath was stunned. Good heavens, he knew that guests were given gifts, but what was this thing? Heath was puzzled, then silently flipped through it, finally finding a book in the cupboard. It was dark red, with the words "Food Guide" written in large characters on it, making Heath somewhat dazed. He even glanced at Qiu Yue, who was still eating. The person who entertained him had given him this—could it be that this guest was actually…

Heath had already figured out how to contact Officer Jenny at that moment.

However, after opening it, Heath realized he was overthinking it. This thing was just a food travelogue, recording a foodie's daily travels. He just didn't know why it was called such a strange name, which made Heath wonder if the author was possessed by Hannibal Lecter. Fortunately, it has now been proven that he was just overthinking it.

After Qiu Yue left, Heath discovered that he had not completed the city achievement for Scarlet City. Heath was not too surprised. He thought it was probably because he had not participated in the whole process and had let Qiu Yue be in charge of the skinning step. So it was not incomprehensible that he had not completed the task.

However, after Qiu Yue left, none of the customers Heath served ordered poison dart frogs. Even though Heath had marked them, the high price deterred many people, and Heath had no choice but to close down.

"That premonition I just had..." Heath thought of the strange premonition he had after gaining his sixth sense. After hesitating for a moment, he silently set up the safety features of the food cart. He then returned to his lounge with a rolling pin in his hand. He didn't plan to go out tonight. He had originally planned to go see Aya, but because of that strange premonition, Heath gave up on the idea.

……

"Boss, is this the car you're talking about?" It was late at night, 3:30 in the morning. According to scientific research, this is when people are generally sleeping soundly and are not easily awakened. It is also when Pokémon are sleeping soundly. Unless they are Pokémon with the ability to stay awake or are nocturnal, most Pokémon and humans are asleep at this time. And it was at this time that four people who were wrapped up tightly appeared in the green belt behind Hiss's food truck.

"Yes, this is the food truck. There's a unique Kirlia in here. It's very popular. A big boss offered a high price to buy this Kirlia to keep as a maid." The leading man calmly took a puff of his cigarette. He looked very ordinary, like an ordinary office worker, but his words were unusually cold.

"Hehe, those bastards from Officer Jenny's family will never guess that our target isn't that Shiny Seilong at all." Another man chuckled sinisterly, then threw out his Poké Ball, and a Gengar appeared in the green belt.

The leader carefully placed a small device on the ground, pressed a few buttons, and the streetlights nearby flickered and returned to normal. However, at this moment, an invisible barrier surrounded the surrounding area. Electrical appliances and power equipment in this area would be attacked and paralyzed, and cell phone signals could also be blocked. This was the reason why their gang had been able to run rampant for so long. This small device was obtained from a research institute.

Furthermore, this thing can also interfere with the mental abilities of Psychic Pokémon to a certain extent, making it a very good and practical item.

"Let's go. Fatty and Ribs, you two are in charge of controlling that guy's Pokémon. Big Brother, you go control the chef and stop him from shouting." The leader waved his hand, and the group quickly went to the food truck. Gengar had already crawled inside and was now waiting for Gengar to open the door. This was the main reason why their team wanted to train a Ghost Pokémon. With a Ghost Pokémon, many things became much simpler.

A moment later, the door opened, and the four men walked in naturally. The last man looked around and then closed the door.

"Wow, this food truck is pretty big." The fat man didn't turn on the lights, but he could still barely see the environment inside the food truck. It didn't look big, but the interior was surprisingly spacious and could easily accommodate many people. However, the fat man just sighed and then followed his companion to the kitchen door. They all knew that there was another door in the kitchen, and the chef and his Pokémon lived inside.

"Huh? Why can't I open it?" The fat man was stunned for a moment. Did this chef lock the kitchen door even when he slept?

"Gengar, please." Ribs patted his Pokémon, Gengar, who nodded and then grinned mischievously as he tried to squeeze in. However, he found that although there was a crack in the door, he couldn't get in, as if he had bumped into a wall. This left Gengar a little confused. Then Gengar tried other places, but he couldn't get in either. He couldn't even get into the open kitchen next door. There was such a big window, but Gengar just couldn't get in.

"What? Can't get in?" The leader was a little confused. Gengar couldn't get in? Could it be that this garbage place had some kind of device to prevent ghost Pokémon? That's too extravagant.

That thing isn't cheap.

"I'll do it." The group didn't mind. They had encountered similar situations before. When they went to a rich man's house to steal a rare albino Charizard, they encountered a similar device. Although Fatty was fat, he was a top-notch lock-picking expert. He could open the locks in the research lab. Purely electronic locks were actually easier to open. They could basically handle the small instruments outside. If they couldn't handle it, they would find another way. If all else failed, they would give up. They were never the type to give up until they achieved their goal.

The fat man took out his equipment. He looked at the kitchen door lock, a very simple lock. He was experienced with this type of lock and could open it in less than three seconds, so he confidently inserted the wire.

Ten minutes passed, and the door still wouldn't open. The kitchen door remained firmly shut, and sweat poured down the fat man's forehead.

Just as the fat man was wondering if his reputation was completely ruined, the lock clicked, which made him overjoyed—the door opened!

"What are you doing up so late at night?" A cold voice asked. The fat man looked up and saw a stick coming crashing down on him.

As he lay on the ground, dazed and about to pass out, he could only hear a voice suppressing its anger.

"...gave birth to aliens... *became*..."

Chapter 1066 The Special Mission Brought by Officer Jenny

"Huh? Aren't these the poaching gang that was wanted by the League before? How did they end up here? How did you catch them?" When Officer Jenny arrived, Heath was calmly sharpening a knife, standing on the head of a scarred man. When the Officer Jennys saw the man being stepped on by their underling, they showed surprised expressions. They clearly hadn't expected their underling to be able to catch these guys. This poaching gang had a clear division of labor and was quite strong; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to get this far. So now, all the Officer Jennys became very curious. While they were capturing these guys and their Pokémon, they asked Heath questions. Heath was a little embarrassed, after all, it had been a long time since he had been praised like this.

"Ahem, actually it's just..." Heath explained briefly. After turning off the lights and going to sleep, he was still preoccupied with his premonition, so for the first time in a long time, he didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, he lay on the bed in a daze. Unexpectedly, while he was in a daze, he heard the alarm coming from the food truck. Then he grabbed a rolling pin, went out, opened the door, and smashed it down with the rolling pin. He then quickly took down the other two accomplices, thus successfully subduing this criminal gang.

"But I didn't expect these guys to be so fragile. I just tapped them with a rolling pin, and they've been unconscious ever since." Heath shrugged helplessly. You have to know that he was holding back. After all, as a chef, he is very strong. If he hadn't held back, there would probably have been a few more innocent souls in the dining car.

Officer Jenny, who was examining the criminals, paused for a moment, then gave Heath a strange look.

Officer Jenny was the forensic pathologist in Officer Jenny's team. Although the guys in front of her were still alive and not yet under her jurisdiction, Officer Jenny could tell that all four of them had some kind of head problem. The fat guy, in particular, might even have a fractured skull. At the very least, when she touched his head, she found it was dented. It was a miracle that he was still alive. Therefore, Officer Jenny was skeptical of her subordinate's assessment, but after all, he was her subordinate, not a stranger.

What's more, the poaching gang that Heath had captured had been a headache for the Alliance for a long time. These guys were elusive and extremely cautious, but this time they failed against Heath, which was truly unexpected.

Heath had already given his statement. He was supposed to go with Officer Jenny to give his statement, but because it was too late, Officer Jenny didn't let him go with them. Instead, after giving his statement here, he left with the four prisoners. What awaited them was severe League punishment, and they basically had no chance of getting out and living a normal life. The League would not let these guys go.

"By the way, I wanted to ask what will happen to their Pokémon?" Hiss thought of a question. He had just noticed that these people had quite a few Pokémon, including a Gengar, but it was captured and locked in a Poké Ball after Zoroark roared loudly. Now Hiss was very curious about what would happen to these people's Pokémon.

“There’s a Pokémon prison, where criminal Pokémon are kept. Very few Pokémon actually get in; unless they’ve committed a serious crime, they’re rarely sent there. Of course, the Pokémon these guys are with generally meet the entry criteria, so they’ll probably end up in there.” Officer Jenny, the leader, thought for a moment, then chuckled as she spoke. Hiss nodded knowingly; it was pretty much what he was thinking. Pokémon definitely have places to be imprisoned. While many Pokémon in this world are adorable, there are also some criminal Pokémon.

Previously, a major case involving Pokémon occurred in the Pokémon League. Several Psychic Pokémon teamed up to rob numerous jewelry stores, causing huge economic losses. However, after their capture, it was discovered that the jewelry was missing. These Pokémon had previously erased each other's memories with their psychic powers, making the whereabouts of the jewelry a mystery. This has led to many treasure hunters from the Pokémon League roaming the world every day, as it represents an astronomical amount of wealth. If found, it could provide a life of luxury for generations.

Some desperate people even thought of using this treasure to turn their lives around, much like the feeling of One Piece in the Pokémon world. But strangely enough, no one has found the treasure to this day. So even now, the whereabouts of the treasure is still a topic of great interest. In fact, in the world of novels, 85% of the protagonists have found the treasure and thus accumulated wealth.

"I see." Heath scratched his head.

"By the way, little brother Heath, I heard you used to cook for prisoners in Evergreen City?" Officer Jenny, who was leading the group, suddenly remembered something and turned to Heath to ask. Heath nodded subconsciously. He had indeed cooked for prisoners in Evergreen City. There was nothing wrong with saying that. He could find out about it by asking Sister Feng and the others.

"Well, there's a special prison in our city of Pale Red. I was wondering if you have time tomorrow? If so, could you please cook lunch there?" Officer Jenny asked Heath, then clasped her hands together expectantly. Heath was a little amused, but it didn't really bother him, so he agreed. It was his first time cooking in a prison, but remembering that the prisoners were just ordinary people, Heath calmed down. They were all just ordinary people, so there was nothing to fear.

“It’s settled then! The prison you’re going to tomorrow is located here. Arrive at 9:30 in the morning, is that alright?” Officer Jenny said happily.

"Of course, see you tomorrow, Mei-jie." Heath yawned. He was a little sleepy, but his sixth sense didn't react. It seemed he had passed this test smoothly. He planned to go back to sleep, but considering what was going on tomorrow, he decided not to get up early. He would just drive the food truck there when it was almost time.

After seeing Officer Jenny off, Heath hesitated for a moment as he passed the driver's seat. He thought of a way to sleep in without being late.

Chapter 1067 Special Place

Looking at the [Far Red City Third Prison] in front of him, Hiss nodded in satisfaction. As long as he parked the car where he was going tomorrow, he wouldn't have to worry about being late even if he accidentally slept in a little longer. After all, being late was no longer an issue; he could simply get out of the car in the morning and be at his destination. It was very convenient and hassle-free. He then yawned and slowly walked into the lounge. In the lounge, Hiss's Pokémon were all asleep, and even May wasn't awakened by Hiss's outing. This pleased Hiss greatly. The soundproofing of the food truck was excellent; in fact, even if Zoroark turned the lounge up to the maximum volume and had Snorlax sing at full volume, no sound could be heard inside the food truck. It was incredibly convenient and easy to use.

"I wonder what's so special about this prison..." Heath yawned, then looked outside. He wanted to pick up his phone to see what was so special about the prison, but he couldn't resist the drowsiness, so he went back to sleep. He didn't plan to meditate today. Although meditation was good, it was actually not as comfortable as sleeping.

The next morning, Hiss was woken up by Zoroark. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zoroark shaking his head frantically, and even Haruka was shaking her head next to him, which made Hiss a little confused.

"What's wrong?" Heath yawned again.

"Trainer, time to get up and buy groceries." Zoroark was quite pleased with himself. Usually, he was the one being dragged out of bed by his trainer, but now he could finally wake Hiss up himself. Hiss was a little amused and exasperated. He checked his phone; it was only 5:40, still a long time before it was time to get up. So he could only tell May and Zoroark that he would be getting up at 9:00 today, and then Hiss went back to sleep.

When Hiss was woken up by the alarm clock again, it was already 8:50. He yawned and got out of bed, then took his Pokémon to wash up.

"Trainer, why did you get up so late today?" Zoroark was a little confused. She usually got up very early, but today she got up late. Getting up late was one thing, but after getting up in the morning, she couldn't fall back asleep for a while. She finally fell asleep, but she was woken up again after only a short while. This made Zoroark feel like she hadn't had enough sleep. Her whole Pokémon was dizzy.

"Oh, is that so? Yesterday..." Heath gave a brief account of what happened yesterday. As Heath spoke, Charizard dropped the toothbrush from its hand and looked at Heath with a look of grief and indignation. It really wanted to get out and stretch its muscles, but when it finally got the chance, Heath didn't call it but called Zoroark instead.

“Oh, is that it? I almost thought it was a dream.” Zoroark nodded knowingly. Heath was a little amused and exasperated. A dream, really? But when she woke Zoroark up yesterday, Zoroark did look very tired and listless, so it wasn’t surprising that she thought it was a dream.

"Master, are we going to cook in the prison today?" May asked Heath with a puzzled look. Heath nodded. Prison wasn't anything special, but looking at May's excited eyes, Heath knew that while prison might not seem strange to an adult like himself, it was a mysterious and magical place for a child like May. Come to think of it, schools in the Pokémon world didn't seem to have a tradition of studying in prisons. Heath had been there in his previous life, leaving a deep impression on his young self. From that moment on, Heath knew that some things were absolutely forbidden.

Heath was a little troubled. Haruka's curiosity was too strong, and she was interested in everything. Heath was now experiencing the troubles of taking care of a child. However, he was still very patient. After all, you can't be a chef if you don't have patience. Chefs sometimes face moments that require patience, so this is very normal.

"There's nothing special about prisons. We don't usually go to where the prisoners live." Heath thought for a moment. Actually, going to prisons usually follows a fixed routine. After all, you're not going to be imprisoned, so naturally, they won't really take you through the entire prison process. It's basically a tour within a safe area, followed by some outstanding prisoners giving speeches about the crimes they committed, how many years they'll be in prison, and then expressing their regret, so that visitors can learn from their mistakes, and so on.

This is similar to why courts sometimes impose severe sentences in cases with extremely serious consequences; the purpose of publicizing these cases is to instill fear in those who have committed such crimes over the years.

Despite saying that, May was still very excited. Heath checked the time and took May inside, even bringing along his Pokémon, which he hadn't done in a long time. Mew even crawled into a Poké Ball, showing great interest in the prison.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Heath?" After making a phone call, the prison gate opened. However, this was not where prisoners lived. The prison gate was a long road with many guards. Prisoners could only leave when they entered or when they were released. Otherwise, they would never be able to come to this place. A person in special clothing came out and smiled as he spoke to Heath. Heath nodded quickly.

“Mr. Heath, the main reason I’m asking you for help this time is that our prison is very special. It’s full of elderly criminals, and many of them want to eat a bowl of longevity noodles, but no matter what we do, they’re not satisfied…” The man said to Heath in a low voice, glanced at Xiaoyao, and then didn’t say anything. Instead, he let Xiaoyao go inside with him. Heath listened very carefully. Now he understood why this prison was special—because it was full of elderly criminals.

Elderly people are old and unable to do physical labor, and they also have underlying medical conditions, so taking care of them is indeed very troublesome.

“I understand, I can give it a try.” Heath nodded; the task seemed simple enough.

Chapter 1068 Longevity Noodles

"Longevity noodles..." Heath rolled up his sleeves. To be honest, he rarely made this dish. Very few customers would order longevity noodles from his food cart. In fact, Heath had never served longevity noodles to any customer. Longevity noodles are basically just one noodle cooked in one bowl. Of course, the noodle cannot be broken, and the portion must be just right. Basically, it should be eaten in one bite, not too little and not too much. It is quite difficult. However, in Heath's opinion, the biggest difficulty in making longevity noodles is actually making the noodles. After all, the noodles sold in the market are mostly small dried noodles or soup noodles. Occasionally, udon noodles and spaghetti are also sold, but these noodles do not meet the requirements. Heath needs very ordinary dried noodles, but they must be very long.

So there's no way to buy it, so I have to make it myself. But the good news is that Heath knows how to make it. After all, longevity noodles aren't a particularly difficult food for Heath. Making them just takes some time and requires some concentration. Otherwise, it's not too troublesome.

"But Director, I'd like to ask, do all the prisoners in the prison want to eat longevity noodles?" Heath thought of something and couldn't help but ask. After all, longevity noodles are usually eaten by birthday people. They only eat longevity noodles on their birthdays. At other times, everyone eats very ordinary noodles. Eating them on their birthdays is just for good luck. Just like people like auspicious words, wishing someone a long and healthy life is always more popular than someone who makes sarcastic remarks.

So Heath couldn't understand why they ate longevity noodles in prison. It wasn't normal. It was impossible for all the prisoners in the prison to have the same birthday, right? That would be too outrageous. The probability of such a thing happening was extremely low, unless the Alliance had some problem and liked to assign prisoners to prisons according to their birthdays.

"No, actually it's a prisoner's birthday, and everyone wanted to share in the joy." The balding supervisor wiped the sweat from his brow helplessly. This situation was quite frustrating for them as well. The supervisor himself wanted to join in the celebration, but the prisoner was very particular about food, or rather, about longevity noodles. So, the supervisor had no choice but to ask for help. As a result, they invited Heath. The supervisor knew Heath quite well; after all, he was a very famous person, and his culinary skills were trustworthy.

“Ah… could it be…” Heath paused for a moment. At first, he didn’t understand the logic behind it, but after absorbing and analyzing the information, Heath suddenly realized something and looked at the director in surprise. If it was really as he thought, then it was somewhat unbelievable.

Xiao Yao blinked. She felt that her master had suddenly become serious, and what were these adults saying? Xiao Yao didn't understand at all. She knew about birthdays and the meaning of "riding on someone's good luck," but putting them together made her a little confused. Wasn't this a prison? Why were the prisoners' birthdays being treated so seriously? Xiao Yao's little heart was full of curiosity.

"Yes, we have an old man named Kawaki in our prison, and his 100th birthday is coming up soon." The director said very seriously. Heath understood. Sure enough, it was just as he had thought. In the Kanto region, there is a tradition that if a family member is celebrating their 100th birthday, it is a big day. It may even attract the attention of the neighbors. In cities, it may even attract the attention of the Alliance's staff. In some places where family values ​​are very important, all family members will offer their congratulations. Even in cities where human relationships have become much colder, it is still a big event.

After all, even in the Pokémon world, it's very difficult for humans to live to be a hundred years old. Not to mention natural disasters and man-made calamities, diseases are also a threat to humanity. Therefore, celebrating the birthday of a centenarian is very important in the Kanto region. No wonder the prison warden is so looking forward to this event. But when Heath thought about this, his expression became strange. A centenarian being locked up in prison, why does that feel so weird?

"To be honest, I would like to release Kawaki, but he absolutely refuses, and there's nothing I can do." The director shrugged, speaking with a hint of helplessness. Heath thought of the news he had seen before and roughly understood what was going on.

The world of Pokémon is strange, especially in some big cities where the pressure of life is immense. Retirement pensions and old-age pensions are often insufficient for them to support themselves and care for their children and families. So what do they do? Some elderly people turn to crime. Hiss had previously seen a documentary released by the League's reporters, which garnered significant public attention. However, the League's finances are also very tight, so they don't have a good solution to this problem. They can only appeal to companies to contribute more to the pension fund, but whether others will listen is another matter entirely.

Heath shook his head. He now understood why he had come: to make longevity noodles, to please the old man, and so that everyone could share in the good fortune. However, this was actually quite easy. Under the guidance of the director, Heath met the protagonist of this event, an old man with white hair and beard, who was practicing Tai Chi...

"What the hell is this Tai Chi?" Heath's lips twitched.

Although he knew the world was a hodgepodge, Heath admitted that he almost spat out his Coke when he first saw Tai Chi. After all, he had a very deep impression of Tai Chi. The reason was that Tai Chi was one of the elective physical education courses when Heath was in college, and Heath had chosen Tai Chi. He was young and already knew how to practice Tai Chi. However, after finishing his exams, he forgot all those skills.