I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Heath nodded. Heath naturally remembered the death row inmate mission from last time, and he was quite satisfied with the reward.

So now that Officer Safran mentioned it, Heath immediately thought, could it be that the warden was quite satisfied with the food he cooked, and was planning to have him continue to cook some delicious food for the prisoners to satisfy their taste buds?

"Then this time, it was the director of Changqing City Mental Hospital who came to our door. They were thinking that the Quartz Alliance's annual Mental Health Awareness Day was coming up soon, so they wanted you to make lunch for 132 people and send it to the mental hospital." Officer Safflower said with a smile, and Heath's expectant smile froze.

Heath blinked. Evergreen City Mental Hospital. It wasn't surprising that such an institution existed. After all, even in a world with Pokémon, there would be mentally ill people. What puzzled Heath was that he would actually be cooking for mentally ill people.

“Okay, no problem. How much is the meal allowance for each person?” Heath nodded. A hundred or so people is fine, as long as we can make money.

"Fifty Alliance Coins for a meal allowance for each person." Officer Jenny took out a very thick envelope and handed it to Heath.

Heath took it. Lunch for 132 people was no small amount, but cooking for mental patients was a real challenge. After all, no one understood the world of the mentally ill.

"Do a good job. You have a day to prepare. Tomorrow morning at 11:30, someone from the mental hospital will drive over to pick up your lunch," Officer Jenny instructed Heath before leaving.

[Get 142 mental patients satisfied with the food you made; the reward will be based on the number of people who complete the task.]

After Officer Jenny left, a new task popped up. Heath was stunned. How did it become 142? Wasn't it supposed to be 132?

Heath paused for a moment, then another possibility came to mind: could these extra ten people be multiple personality disorder patients among the mental patients?

Multiple personality disorder is a unique mental illness in which patients exhibit multiple personalities. The same person might be Professor Oak in the morning and Champion Leon in the afternoon. Heath thinks this possibility is quite high.

"It's tough... But even if they're mentally ill, they should still have a palate that suits normal people, right? If that's the case, I just need to cook the same way I cooked for the prisoners last time." Heath stroked his chin, having figured out how to cook for the mentally ill this time.

Heath decided to stick to the old method, making different flavors of food and giving them to the people at the mental hospital to differentiate them according to their tastes. However, whether the mental patients could choose the flavors they liked was not something Heath could decide.

Thinking about this, Heath felt much calmer. After entertaining the guests at noon, Heath drove to the driving school to continue studying for his first subject.

It has to be said that Yunjira's learning method is really effective. After adopting Yunjira's learning method, Hiss's learning speed has improved a lot. Hiss thinks that he can probably register for the theory test in another day or two.

After finishing up with the driving school stuff, Heath went to the Pokémon Center to visit his Pokémon.

"Little Charmander, you're recovering quite well." Heath looked at the little Charmander on the hospital bed. The little Charmander's injuries had healed a lot, and some of the bandages had been removed, although there was still some dead skin clinging to its body.

According to Ms. Joyce, these dead skin cells should not be peeled off yet, as they are good for protecting the little dragon's new skin, and peeling them off could lead to infection.

The skin will naturally heal and then fall off, at which point the little dragon will be considered fully recovered.

"Fire~" The little dragon seemed to be in a good mood. It looked at Heath with a smile and then swallowed the vegetable and lean meat porridge that Heath fed it, bite by bite.

"Trainer~ I'm sick too, sob sob, my head hurts so much~" Looking at the weak-looking Zoroa lying in front of him, Hiss expressionlessly picked up Zoroa. This little guy was just lively and energetic a moment ago.

Heath smiled at Charmander, then reached out and touched its paw. After chatting with Charmander for a while, she left the Pokémon Center. She should be able to take Charmander away tomorrow.

Charmander will need to rest for a while after leaving, but Heath doesn't have any training plans for him, so it won't affect anything.

Heath drove his food cart toward the market. To prepare for tomorrow's mental patients, Heath had to buy a lot of ingredients in advance, and some of them needed to be processed beforehand.

Onion Duck is very interested in the market. It follows Heath around and learns from Heath's skills in selecting ingredients. A qualified chef not only has his own style in cooking, but also has his own unique way of selecting ingredients.

The same piece of pork will taste and feel different depending on whether the buyer is discerning or not.

For example, no one buys sow meat. Sows are usually older because they are about to give birth, and their meat has a very strong gamey smell, making it disgusting to eat.

As for the boar meat, the cuts selected vary depending on the food being prepared. Heath spent some time browsing at the market before finally buying the meat from a black pig.

Heath then bought some other ingredients and returned to Officer Jenny's dormitory area with the full load of food.

"Big Green Duck, now you can start practicing making the 'Three No-Stick' sauce. I've already demonstrated the process for you today. There's nothing particularly special about it; you just need to keep flipping and turning the pan." Heath glanced at Big Green Duck, gave him a reminder, and then went into the kitchen.

"Onion!" Farfetch'd nodded confidently, then picked up the eggs and frying pan and followed Heath into the kitchen.

Chapter 70 The Choice of Making Twice-Cooked Pork

The scallion duck was very confident. It had already watched Heath's cooking process. This "three-no-stick" dish was indeed not too difficult. It was just that the repetitive steps were a bit tedious, but that didn't matter.

But once it got the hang of it, DaCongYa regretted it. The first few steps went smoothly without any problems, but when it started flipping the pancakes, DaCongYa realized that its wings were really sore!

The muscle soreness and the long hours spent holding the pot, constantly having to toss it around, made the green onion duck feel like it was going to break. Moreover, with its wings doing the same thing over and over again, the green onion duck felt like its wings were about to break.

Heath glanced at Farfetch'd and couldn't help but laugh. He was in a good mood. Why did Farfetch'd have to be interested in something so trivial?

"This is karma." Heath was so happy he wanted to burst into song "Good Luck." He had been suffering during the day, but now he could finally watch others suffer.

No wonder there's an old saying that happiness is built on the suffering of others. Seeing Farfetch'd's miserable state, Heath felt as good as drinking an ice-cold Sprite on a hot day.

But despite the joy, the necessary preparations still had to be made. Heath planned to use twice-cooked pork, a Sichuan dish, as the main ingredient for his spicy lunch, and that was precisely why he chose black pork.

The pork that Heath bought was marbled with fat and lean meat, and the fat had a very good texture. Heath touched it; it was smooth. Then he pressed his finger in, and immediately his finger was covered with some glistening liquid.

Heath even smelled the fat; this pig was developing very well, no wonder it was much more expensive than other fast-growing pigs.

This kind of pork is a good ingredient for twice-cooked pork, but of course it's not suitable to make it now. Heath just cuts it up in advance and marinates it with her own sauce. This way, the twice-cooked pork doesn't need to be salted.

After finishing all the preparations for the dishes to be made the next day, Heath clapped his hands and then looked back at the green onion duck.

The scallion duck was so tired that it was using both wings to support the pot, bouncing around. This was the second batch of Sanbuzhan (a type of non-stick porridge) that the scallion duck had made. The first batch was made because the scallion duck wanted to be lazy, and it ended up looking like cornmeal porridge.

Heath is now supervising Farfetch'd as he makes the second batch of Sanbuzhan (a type of Sichuan hot pot), but Farfetch'd looks even more tired now, which is understandable, considering he's been making Sanbuzhan for almost an hour.

Even an iron man would get exhausted from the weight of the iron pot and the repetitive steps required.

However, Heath did not intervene. He looked at the non-stick pan and saw that it had become sticky with small lumps because it hadn't been tossed around much.

"No need to keep stirring it. This 'Three-No-Stick' recipe has failed. Let's try again tomorrow." Heath shook his head. The 'Three-No-Stick' recipe wasn't difficult to make, but it was clear that Farfetch'd's strength couldn't keep up.

Heath felt a pang of nostalgia for the time when he received the Silver Crown. If he had been able to maximize Farfetch'd's stamina, would Farfetch'd be performing better now?

"Onion..." Farfetch'd sat wearily on the ground, its wings trembling slightly, which made Heath want to laugh.

"Get some rest, we'll continue tomorrow. You'll probably get a good night's sleep tonight, but tomorrow..." Heath smiled and then took the Farfetch'd back to his bedroom.

After a long day, physical fatigue will make you fall asleep quickly, and so did Farfetch'd. As soon as he got back to his room, Farfetch'd collapsed onto a soft cushion and fell asleep in no time.

"Tsk tsk, let's see what you do tomorrow." Heath clicked his tongue, then glanced at the fast-sleeping Zoroa, chuckled, rubbed its head, and then turned off the light.

The next morning, Heath got out of bed full of energy. He glanced at his phone; it was still five o'clock. Heath woke up Farfetch'd and Zoroark, then took the two tired Pokémon to the bathroom.

"Farfly says its wings are a little sore." Zoroya said sleepily, brushing his teeth while translating Farfly's words to Heath.

"Normal, but only a little? It seems Farfetch'd's previous training did have some effect." Heath calmly brushed his teeth, spitting the foam into the sink.

If you don't exercise for a long time and then suddenly start exercising, your muscles will be sore the next day. But it seems that DaCongYa has practiced his knife skills well recently. He flipped the pan for so long yesterday, but he was only a little sore.

After finishing his daily routine, Heath took Farfetch'd and Zoroah to the food truck and then went to the place where Heath usually set up his stall. Heath glanced at his phone and then began to busily prepare lunch.

The lunch was for 132 people, more than before, but it wasn't a big problem for Heath, given his previous experience.

Even so, Heath was busy serving guests and it wasn't until 11:20 a.m. that he finally finished preparing all the lunches.

"Phew... I'm so tired. I shouldn't entertain guests next time, otherwise I won't have enough time." Heath wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.

After a while, the mental hospital's vehicle arrived, and two male and two female caregivers got out. However, the female caregivers looked almost like men, with broad shoulders and thick waists, which was probably a requirement of the mental hospital.

After all, without some strength, it's really difficult to subdue a mentally ill person, and you might even get hurt by them.

Watching the mental hospital vehicle leave, Heath nervously rubbed his hands together. The last prison food delivery mission had been very rewarding for Heath; he had not only obtained a clue but also acquired an ingredient identification device. He wondered what he could get now.

With this uneasy feeling, Heath continued to entertain the guests at noon, but after lunchtime, Heath still did not see any message indicating that the mission was completed.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" Heath's expression was a little strange.

You have successfully completed your meal delivery mission to the mental hospital; all ninety-three guests were satisfied with your food.

You have received one special lottery ticket.

Heath was taken aback. Only ninety-three guests were satisfied? However, seeing the special lottery ticket in his hand, Heath was quite satisfied. With good luck, this thing could even change one's fate. He just didn't know what he would get.

However, what frustrated Heath was that the Chef's Eye task was not completed; it seemed that the two tasks were calculated separately.

Chapter 71 Legendary Pokémon!

Heath rubbed his hands together. The special lottery ticket was Heath's favorite but also the most conflicted reward item. After using it, he could randomly obtain random items from any world, some good and some bad.

The last time Heath used this thing was when he made a barbecue for Officer Jenny and the others, which earned him an achievement, and that's how he got this item. After using it, Heath was given a Heaven and Earth Unparalleled Blade. You'd think Heath was going to become a Monster Hunter in this world.

"It would be great if it came out with some legendary kitchenware." Heath looked at the golden lottery ticket in her hand with anticipation and excitement.

Then Heath washed his hands and even his face, leaving Zoroya stunned. Heath then began humming his lucky song, hoping for a stroke of good luck and to obtain something good.

"What song is this, Trainer?" Zoroa jumped to Hiss's side, looking at the golden lottery ticket in Hiss's hand and asking curiously.

“Yeah, Good Luck is a song for praying for good luck.” Heath looked at Zoroya beside him, then placed his hand on the golden lottery ticket.

Hiss thought that maybe he could catch a Pokémon with the Serene Grace ability in the future, or some lucky Pokémon, which might even increase his chances of winning.

However, Hiss was well aware of how unlucky he was. Back when he played Onmyoji, he had gotten Moonlit Black, the chieftain of Africa, which was a truly miserable experience.

You used a lottery ticket and won the Joker's makeup tool set.

[Joker's Makeup Tool Set: After use, you will gain superhuman intelligence, but your thinking will fall into a pathological mode, and you will have a strange obsession with people dressed like bats. The effect will be lost after washing.]

Heath paused for a moment, wondering what this thing was.

However, after rummaging through his drawer, Heath realized that this thing was the Joker's makeup tool from the DC Universe, which fans call the Joker. However, there was only one serving, so it seemed to be a disposable item.

"I didn't come here to be a villain." Heath put away the makeup kit with a hint of helplessness. He thought this thing might be useful, but it seemed to be useless.

However, it's hard to say whether it will be useful in the future. After all, although the Joker is crazy, in a world where supervillains are rampant, the Joker is a high-IQ super criminal who gives Batman a lot of headaches, so Heath put the thing away.

Although the lottery ticket gave him another strange item, Heath was quite content, since getting something was much better than getting nothing.

"Heath, good afternoon. What's for lunch today?" A gentle voice called out. Heath looked up and saw it was Boss Sakaki, though he looked a little tired today.

"Mr. Sakaki, the usual. We didn't prepare any new dishes today because we were delivering meals to the mental hospital," Heath said with a smile. Sakaki wasn't surprised and ordered a plate of fried rice.

Then Sakaki sat down, twisted his neck, took out a newspaper from his pocket and started reading, just like an old man.

Heath quickly prepared Giovanni's fried rice. Giovanni was very interested in the news and often read newspapers or watched news programs. Heath had heard from a pair of apprentices at the Evergreen City Dojo that Mr. Giovanni often watched the news at the dojo.

Heath always felt that Giovanni was looking for something or planning something, but Heath didn't know any mind-reading techniques, so he could only suppress his curiosity.

"Heath, what are your thoughts on legendary Pokémon?" Giovanni put down his newspaper and looked at Heath with curiosity.

While cracking the eggs into the pan and pouring them in, Heath quickly stirred the solidifying eggs with a spatula, then pondered Sakaki's question.

"I don't have any opinion, after all, I've never seen a legendary Pokémon." Heath shrugged. He really didn't have any opinion on legendary Pokémon, since this wasn't a game, and legendary Pokémon weren't something you could just see whenever you wanted.

"I see... I'm actually quite interested in legendary Pokémon. Their ability to travel through time and their incredible power are truly enviable." Giovanni said with a chuckle. Heath glanced at Giovanni and then poured the white rice into the bowl.

A short while later, Heath brought a plate of fried rice to Sakaki, took the money, and then returned to his food cart.

Heath was a little curious. Had Giovanni seen some news or discovered something that made him think of the legendary Pokémon?