I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Chapter 193 This chapter is sponsored by the Mighty Maid Lovers Association.

“Um… Mr. Asong, here are your crab roe soup dumplings. Please be careful, they’re hot.” ​​Heath handed three crab roe soup dumplings to Mr. Asong, whose expression had returned to normal, as if the person who had just uttered those strange words was not him at all.

As expected of a reliable adult, his mindset is so stable. If Heath accidentally let something slip and accidentally said something terrible, Heath thinks he would panic for a while, and then he would be so embarrassed that he couldn't sleep at night when he thought about it.

"Um... Mr. Asong, may I ask about that powerful maid you mentioned... is she really a woman?" Heath couldn't contain her curiosity and asked in a low voice. Anyway, there were no other guests behind Asong, so Heath could relax for a bit.

"..." Ason looked at Heath in silence. After a moment, Mr. Ason seemed to have finally figured it out and sighed.

"Although I know it sounds very strange of me to say this... but our company's Macho Maid... it's not a matter of whether she's special or not... she's the kind of person who's really cute, extremely cute, so cute that I often wonder if I've been working too much overtime or been slapped too many times by a sober person, to the point that I'm hallucinating." Mr. Asong's expression was somewhat dazed when he talked about Macho Maid, as if he had thought of something.

Heath's lips twitched. Heath had thought that the Magnificent Maid was already extremely perverted, but he never expected that Mr. Assom would actually find the Magnificent Maid cute? Heath even wanted to call a newspaper or a TV station to complain about how capitalists force corporate slaves to work overtime every day, slap them awake when they want to sleep, and then have to continue working overtime miserably, which led to mental problems.

But seeing the genuine joy on Mr. Asson's lips, Heath held back.

"Although I admit it was...cringeworthy when I first saw her, after spending more time with her, I found her to be really cute...considerate, gentle, and kind, and she speaks softly...The happiest thing every day is dragging my tired body there, then collapsing on the sofa, and resting my head on her thick lap as a pillow..." Heath couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this, and he tried to shake his head to clear his mind of all the strange thoughts.

What knee? What pillow? Heath had absolutely no idea; he hadn't heard a thing!

A lap pillow is something only cute girls can have. It's a top-notch service provided by those soft and adorable anime girls. If you want to experience it, you have to go to the world of anime. What does it have to do with that muscular guy?

Heath was internally ranting, while Saya, who hadn't finished eating, put down her chopsticks with a complicated expression, then hesitantly took out her phone, searched for the mental hospital's phone number, and fell into a state of indecision.

"...Looking into her gentle eyes, then covering my face with her small hands, shyly slapping me... my heart was completely captivated." Mr. Asong had a dazed expression. Heath took a deep breath, then silently pulled out his phone. He wanted to call the police. Yes, it was that person again!

Fun fact: Hawley's hand is larger than that of a normal adult male. In his previous life, it would have been an excellent choice for playing basketball. So, Hawley's hand has nothing to do with the term "small hand".

Then, with a shy expression, he used the Sobering Slap? Heath was going crazy. The Sobering Slap was a Fighting-type move! And its power was pretty good too!

What is Heath supposed to say? Is this really what people from the Pokémon world are like? Everyone here is a Pallet Town superhuman. No wonder Ash is so freakish in the future. So, in this world, this kind of freakishness is actually normal?

"Ahem... Mr. Asong, please enjoy your crab roe soup dumplings while they're hot, otherwise they won't taste good when they're cold." Heath interrupted Mr. Asong's pleasant reminiscence with a smile. He really couldn't listen anymore; if he listened any longer, Heath suspected he really would be tempted to make a phone call.

"Eh? Okay, right, boss, give me another one, I want to bring it to my cute Maid-chan~" Mr. Asomatsu said with a smile, just like a fanatic fan who was planning to bring breakfast to his idol.

Heath's lips twitched, then he forcibly suppressed the urge to call the police, quickly served Mr. Asong a crab roe soup dumpling, took the money, and handed it to Mr. Asong. After watching Mr. Asong leave, Heath finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was terrifying; he almost got infected by the pervert.

"My Arceus... Trainer, knock me out, I'm losing control of the images in my head!" Heath had just recovered when she heard Zorua's voice.

Heath turned his head and saw that Zorro had slipped out at some point and was secretly taking a crab roe soup dumpling, while Farfetch'd was looking around and trying to whistle to prove his innocence.

Heath shook his head, both amused and exasperated. This little guy, if he wanted something to eat, he could have just said so. Heath wasn't the type to get angry just because a Pokémon wanted to eat or had a big appetite.

The one with the biggest appetite is actually Snorlax. Fortunately, Snorlax has its own special food, otherwise, Snorlax's appetite could probably bankrupt a trainer, or even Heath.

However, in order to take care of Snorlax, Hiss would still make a special meal for Snorlax every time, and then feed it a separate portion of food, so that Snorlax could eat its fill and eat well.

"You overheard the conversation? Who told you to sneak out?" Heath smiled at Zoroya, but then he froze for a moment because he saw Zoroya suddenly transform into a Horrigus dressed in a black maid outfit.

Heath gasped, then kicked Zoroya into the lounge; his eyes were polluted!

Heath took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and turned his head to clear his head, but then he saw Miss Saya with an even more complicated look in her eyes.

“…Boss Heath… well… people’s hobbies are their own… I understand… sorry! I’ve finished eating! I didn’t mean to look!” After saying this, Miss Saya ran away. Heath stared blankly at Miss Saya, knowing that he could never get rid of the “unique XP” label.

You have earned the title of "Most Powerful Maid Lover"

[For fans of the powerful maid character: Did you see her thick thighs and calves that almost burst through her black stockings? Did you see those biceps that even in plus-size clothes couldn't quite fit through? That's why I fell in love with her! Long live the powerful maid character!]

Chapter 194 You'll always encounter salespeople in business.

Looking at this inexplicable honorary title, Heath couldn't help but take a deep breath. This person's XP was indeed very special. Heath never expected to encounter such a strange thing, which made Heath want to complain.

"Oh well, this honorary title doesn't seem to have any effect anyway, and only I can see it." Heath sighed, considering it a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Just as Heath was about to continue cooking to serve the next guest, he noticed that there seemed to be another line of text below the honorary title. Heath paused for a moment, then squinted to try and make out the words above.

"Those who hold...this title...are more likely to attract maids..." Heath paused for a moment. He finished reading it. The text was very small. If Heath hadn't had good eyesight, he probably wouldn't have been able to see it.

Attracting maids should have been a very enjoyable thing, but the thought that all the maids who were close to him were muscular 'maids' made Heath feel like he could die on the spot.

"I hope not, I don't think so?" Heath shook his head uncertainly. He felt that he should have just not seen those things, otherwise his mindset wouldn't have been affected now, although he would have realized sooner or later that something was wrong with that place.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a moment?" A strange voice called out. Heath looked up and saw a girl in a black and white nun's habit smiling at him.

"Ah, sorry, I'm not religious." Heath waved his hand. It was really strange that there were churches in the Pokémon world. However, the gods worshipped in these churches were also very strange. Some worshipped Arceus, some worshipped Ho-Oh, and Heath had even seen churches worshipping Suicune.

"Eh? You really have no interest in our Heavenly Father and Savior?" The girl in the nun's habit stared intently at Heath with her big eyes, giving off an irresistible urge to cherish her.

“If your Savior and Father is Cthulhu, then perhaps I’d be interested.” Heath waved his hand. He had already encountered this kind of missionary. Hearing Heath’s words, the girl in the nun’s habit could only leave dejectedly, and then stood in front of another passerby and asked the same question.

Heath didn't have any particular feelings about it. When he started operating, Heath knew that he would encounter all sorts of people to some extent. He couldn't avoid it even in Evergreen City, let alone in the densely populated Quartz League.

Perhaps because of his own business, Heath had encountered many salespeople during his food truck days. Some came to his door to sell his eggs, some to sell flour, and some even to sell his food cart, which left Heath bewildered.

However, this is something that cannot be avoided in doing business. In his previous life or in this world, sales has always been the profession that Heath has encountered the most.

"Sir, may I ask if you could place one of our company's products on your food cart? Of course, as compensation, our company will give you two thousand Alliance Coins every month." A man approached with a smile. Heath curled his lip; they had just finished talking and one had already appeared.

“Sorry, my food cart doesn’t need any products.” Heath politely declined. Everything on his food cart was either purchased by himself or given to him by his mentor. As a picky chef, Heath had strict requirements for the items on his food cart.

"Please take a look. This is a shared power bank. You just need to set it up; you don't need to pay anything." The male salesman had obviously encountered countless similar situations before, so he spoke in a very humble manner.

Heath became quite interested. He had never seen a shared power bank in Evergreen City before, but he was surprised to see one in Quartz Alliance. This was truly a rare sight.

Seemingly noticing that Heath had taken a liking to something, the man quickly opened the box and took out a device similar to the street-side power bank from his previous life. However, this power bank was somewhat special; it was yellow and had the words "Pikachu Street Power Bank" written on it.

"This thing is very convenient. There are two types. One type requires a power cord, and we will cover the electricity costs for this type. The other type is placed here, and we have a dedicated employee come to provide the electricity every day." The man chuckled and rubbed his hands together, handing over a flyer. Heath took it and glanced at it; it featured a Pikachu riding a bicycle and hurrying along.

"If I choose the second option, will a Pikachu really come to my door to charge my phone?" Heath was a little curious. Although shared power banks were not a new industry in his previous life, they seemed to be a promising industry in this world.

“Of course, but our staff only go to the various charging points to charge their devices every morning.” The man said with a smile. Heath became a little interested, but Pikachu didn’t seem to be a rare Pokémon in this world, and considering his future travels, Heath declined.

The man wasn't angry; instead, he smiled, left a business card, and moved on to the next location to promote his shared power banks.

Heath continued to entertain his guests, but there were far fewer guests than yesterday. Heath thought this was because most people went to watch the matches. After all, this was the world of Pokémon, and in the world of Pokémon, only the Grand Contests attracted so much attention, besides battles. And the Grand Contests didn't have the same fame as in his previous life.

The topics discussed by the guests who came over from time to time gave Heath some insight into this tournament that he had never followed before. For example, in this battle, Lance had already lost two Pokémon and was preparing to bring out his ace, Dragonite, to fight. Meanwhile, Cynthia had replaced Togekiss, which had changed two Pokémon, with her strongest ace, Garchomp.

Although Hiss wasn't particularly interested, he still checked the live stream of the battle on his phone when no customers were eating. The contrast between Cynthia and the person who had been forcing a smile earlier was striking. The current Cynthia looked serious and powerful. Even though it was through a phone, Hiss felt that Lance, facing Cynthia, could probably feel her powerful aura.

As expected of someone born for Pokémon, Heath put down his phone. He wasn't too concerned about the outcome of the battle; he was more interested in the customers who had come to eat, as they were the foundation of his livelihood.

Chapter 195 You're just a songstress...cough cough

"Farfetch'd! Farfetch'd!" Farfetch'd heard Zoroah calling its name, which made Farfetch'd turn its head in confusion. Then it saw Zoroah sneakily push open the door to the lounge and beckon to it.

Farfetch'd glanced at Heath, who was still entertaining guests, but his crab roe soup dumplings were sold out. Farfetch'd didn't really have anything to do, so he came up to Zorua and asked in a puzzled tone.

"Farfetch'd, do you know what Big Guy's been up to lately?" Zoroark asked Farfetch'd with a mysterious look. Farfetch'd paused for a moment, then peeked into the lounge. In the lounge, Snorlax was lying on the floor, fast asleep with a device in its hand. Farfetch'd shook its head. It only remembered that the trainer had said that Snorlax had some business to do now.

Zorua mysteriously pulled Farfetch'd inside, while Charmander, who had just stopped exercising, was drinking his protein powder and looking at Zorua strangely, wondering what Zorua was thinking.

Zorua moved a small stool over and placed it in the middle of the three Pokémon. Then, Zorua drew the curtains, plunging the entire room into darkness. Zorua didn't stop there; she picked up the small flashlight and a playing card that Hiss had bought and placed them on the table.

"You know, Big Guy's been listening to music lately." Zoroark turned on his flashlight, and the light shone on a playing card that read "[First Pokémon Dream Chasing Conference]". Charmander curiously reached out and touched it; it was written in charcoal.

However, Farfetch'd and Charmander nodded in agreement with Zorua's question. They knew, of course, that the big guy was listening to music, since they could occasionally hear him humming some tunes.

But what does this have to do with Zorua calling them in? Farfetch'd and Charmander cast curious glances at them.

Then, Zoroya pulled out two of Heath's white chef's gloves from somewhere, put them together, and struck a thoughtful pose. If Heath had seen this, he would have recognized the pose.

“I think… the big guy might want to become… an idol!” Zoroah slammed his hand on the table, knocking the flashlight to the ground and illuminating Charmander’s shocked expression.

"Huh?" the little dragons asked in surprise. They had all heard the big guy's voice before. Could that kind of voice be used to make an idol? Other idols' singing was healing, but if the big guy sang, it would be depressing.

“Actually, I had some doubts before…after all, the trainer said that the big guy’s mission was to help those humans sing folk songs with the Explosive Pokémon, but then I found this in the trainer’s room!” Zoroya suddenly pulled out a stack of papers and put them on the table.

The little dragon curiously stretched out its tail, wanting to light up the paper to take a look. Fortunately, the clever Zoroah had already noticed this and quickly stopped the little dragon from starting a fire. Instead, he took the flashlight and illuminated the paper in front of him.

Above was clearly Heath's manuscript, which appeared to be a musical score, with the name "Seven Mile Fragrance" written on it in the language of the Pokémon world.

If Heath were to open the door and take a look, he would find that this piece of paper contained lyrics written by Heath himself after he traveled back in time, when he was trying to debut as an idol for some unknown reason. Of course, it was copied from Jay Chou's songs from his previous life, but Heath was certain that there was no Jay Chou in the Pokémon world.

However, Heath eventually found his life goal: to become an excellent chef.

However, Heath put these songs that he had written down in preparation for his debut in his backpack, and unexpectedly, they were found by Solomon.

"The trainer is playing a big game! He definitely wants to train the big guy into an idol, into a singer!" Zoroah said confidently, while Charmander and Farfetch'd exchanged glances.

"So! This is today's plan!" Soroya slammed his cardboard sign down, then flipped it over to reveal another line of text.

【The Giant Diva (crossed out) Hand Training Program】A very simple and easy-to-understand name.

However, Charmander keenly noticed that Zoroah had a copy of the novel "My Nights as a Producer and My Idol Gardevoir" in his hand. Charmander was speechless. Zoroah must have come up with this idea on a whim.

Charmander shook his head, intending to call his friend Farfetch'd and tell the trainer about it. Then he saw Farfetch'd nod excitedly.

"?" The little dragon slowly typed out a question mark.

……

Heath was unaware that his three Pokémon had just reached a consensus, or rather, Charmander's consensus was one that was forced upon him, since he was in the minority and was being represented.

Meanwhile, Heath was preparing the takeout for Ason and his friends. After packing the takeout, she had Zubat come and take it all away, and then she breathed a sigh of relief. She had basically finished dealing with today's matters, and Heath planned to close down the shop after selling all the ingredients.

“But this can be taken out now. It’s been braised for so long, it should be ready by now, right?” Heath tentatively opened his large pot of braising liquid and then scooped out a few pig trotters and placed them on a plate.

Heath smelled it; it smelled quite good, like braised pig's trotters. Normally, braised pig's trotters like this would be edible, but Heath planned to make it differently.

Thinking of this, Heath poked the skin of the pig's trotter with his chopsticks. Fortunately, it wasn't too soft or mushy.

This time, Heath plans to make roasted pig's trotters, a very unique way of eating them. The trotters need to be braised first, then taken out and cooled before being placed on a barbecue grill and roasted again. After being sprinkled with chili powder, they become a fantastic dish. Heath plans to promote roasted pig's trotters as a local snack.

After all, during this period of operation, Heath had already noticed some small details, such as the fact that people in the Quartz Alliance liked to eat while shopping. So Heath felt that he needed to launch a snack that people could eat while shopping. Heath had considered many options, such as kebabs, but in the end, Heath decided to launch pig's trotters.

Because pig's trotters are very cheap, and people in this world usually eat them in very simple ways, such as simply boiling them in water, the taste is naturally not very good. Heath decided to launch one to test the waters.

"Huh? Where's Farfetch'd?" Heath turned her head and looked around; Farfetch'd was gone.

Chapter 196 What exactly is this "Giant of the Earth"? (Tactical lean back)

"Wow, Cynthia's strength is really impressive. To have the strength of a champion at such a young age, she truly deserves to be the new champion of the Sinnoh region." At the Indigo League headquarters, the Indigo League Chairman smiled and said to Cynthia. Cynthia forced a smile. She wasn't used to dealing with people in high positions and felt uncomfortable with everything around her.

Meanwhile, Awakening sat to the side with a smile, and Kanna and Kikuko were also sitting in the conference room. The battle was over, and without a doubt, the two sides had fought to a draw.

However, this draw does not mean that Elite Four member Lance has reached the same level as Cynthia. Rather, it is a draw reached after a series of exchanges. After all, the Indigo League did not want its Elite Four members to lose face, and the Sinnoh League did not want to offend the Indigo League too much, as the daily trading volume of the major ports in the Indigo League is not small.

So it was a draw, which was a result that met everyone's expectations. An old veteran like Kikuko could naturally see the League's purpose in doing this, while Shiba looked dissatisfied. In Shiba's opinion, this kind of exhibition match was meaningless. Only Lorelei didn't react; she quietly drank her red wine.

After a brief celebration and a few polite words, Cynthia finally left the place that made her feel so uncomfortable, and Avalon followed her.