I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Anyway, in this ridiculous world, the trainers' solutions to problems are very simple: battle. If a battle doesn't work, then battle twice. In any case, the problem will be solved after a few more battles. This has always made Hiss feel that the people in this world have a strange fascination with battles.

They're all reckless. If they see anything wrong, as long as they're a trainer and have a Pokémon, they'll just go for it. They'll deal with whatever happens next.

However, Cynthia's age is also a problem. Heath remembers hearing from Mr. Giovanni and the others that Ms. Cynthia is the youngest champion in Sinnoh history, and is exceptionally young even compared to other leagues. However, Heath thinks that this record may be broken after Leon becomes the champion.

Dani appears to have become the champion at a younger age.

“Of course I’m an adult… Even if I weren’t, nobody here knows me anyway, so you wouldn’t go and tattle on me, would you?” Cynthia changed the subject before mysteriously leaning closer.

Heath swallowed hard. Cynthia was too close, so close that it made Heath feel a little uncomfortable. He could even see Cynthia's eyelashes, which were very long.

Heath instinctively leaned back a little, then touched his nose.

"I'll let it slide since you only had a little beer." Heath pursed his lips. In reality, Heath doubted that even if he did report you, it wouldn't make any difference. Champions have privileges, something no one has ever said but most people would tacitly accept.

"Hehe, just kidding. This stuff tastes a lot like beer, and I'm only nineteen at the end of this year." Cynthia shrugged and poured a glass for Heath as well. Heath took a sip, and it did taste like beer, but it was different from beer. It was somewhat like kvass from her previous life.

Heath looked at the sign: Slowpoke Gas. It featured a Slowpoke lying on the ground, looking drunk, while holding a bottle of Gas. On the Gas bottle was another Slowpoke, seemingly holding a bottle as well. Goodness, it was like a nesting doll!

"Miss Cynthia, if you'd like to try my chicken, you're welcome to come over tomorrow. I'll give you an even better serving then," Heath said confidently. It was getting late, and Heath planned to go back to sleep soon, otherwise she'd be sleep-deprived again the next morning.

“Okay.” Cynthia nodded with a smile.

Chapter 203 In short, I regret it, I regret it so much.

Darkrai has been laughing very happily lately because it discovered that the foolish humans made a very scary movie, which caused many people to have nightmares after watching it. This made Darkrai very satisfied. It had been a long time since it had encountered so many high-quality and delicious nightmares. And the fact that Cresselia didn't have time to pay attention to it made it even more wonderful.

However, as Darkrai flew over the Quartz Federation, he spotted a very high-quality Nightmare Energy Cluster. This Nightmare Energy Cluster emitted an exceptionally pleasant fragrance, and given its richness, Darkrai felt that if coffee were used as a metaphor, then this Nightmare Energy Cluster was like a cup of espresso—small, but with an incredibly tempting aroma.

Darkrai couldn't resist the temptation and rushed down. He then saw a familiar food cart and a familiar person. The young human was lying on his side asleep, but his expression was very conflicted.

When Darkrai saw that it was this human, its irresistible cravings lessened considerably. It remembered this human, this foolish human. Last time, it had a dream where it was trapped in a nightmare and was being guided by a perverted person to take exams and study, causing Darkrai great pain.

Fortunately, Cresselia was later trapped in the man's dream as well, which made Darkrai feel much better. After all, one person being unlucky is not the same as two people being unlucky.

Darkrai wanted to leave, but for some reason, seeing this nightmare and smelling the intoxicating scent, Darkrai couldn't resist. It tentatively reached out its hand, thinking of plucking some of the nightmare's scent so it could taste the nightmare itself.

Human dreams have flavors, and Darkrai even kept a notebook to record the flavors of his dreams, which he named "Flavorful Nightmares." Darkrai felt he had a great talent for naming things, and that no one else would have thought of such names.

Darkrai hesitated, then reached out and gently grasped a wisp of the man's nightmare, but the next second, Darkrai felt something grab her hand.

“?!” Darkrai stared in horror at what was grabbing his hand. It was a hand, a hand as thick as the man’s waist, covered in bulging muscles and veins. What was most terrifying was that this horrifying hand was wearing a black lace-trimmed outfit!

Darkrai tried to escape, but it was no use. The hand was too strong. Darkrai struggled to grip the table in the room, scratching a long, bloody line with his fingernails, but he was still dragged into that nightmare.

Darkrai opened its eyes and saw countless female monsters dressed in maid outfits surrounding it. Darkrai seemed to be sitting on a chair in a restaurant, and the hand that was holding it belonged to an old builder. The builder seemed to notice that it was being watched, and it even took its other free hand, brought it to its lips, and then blew a kiss to Darkrai's despairing eyes.

"Old craftsman loves you~" A rough voice, capable of singing a bass, uttered this affectedly sweet voice.

……

"I'm so sleepy... It's all Mr. Asong's fault, I had another nightmare last night." Heath painfully got out of bed, then opened his eyes wearily. He felt that he wasn't feeling particularly well today.

Last night, Heath had another nightmare. In the dream, Heath was surrounded by a group of Machokes dressed as maids and forced to listen to them call her name. It was so painful. But then another warrior came into the restaurant and went straight into the high-level area, which was full of female Machokes dressed as maids and a muscular old builder.

You entertained Darkrai, and you received Darkrai's Tear.

[Darkrai's Tears: Darkrai deeply regrets his actions in contacting your nightmares and sheds tears of regret on the Regret Chair. Placing Darkrai's Tears in 300 ml of pure water for three hours will yield Nightmare Brew.]

Heath paused for a moment. Why was it Darkrai again? But thinking back, Heath hadn't kept Darkrai's saliva near him yesterday, so it was no wonder he was having nightmares. After all, if he had Darkrai's saliva, he wouldn't have had nightmares.

"Nightmare Wine? And all you need to do is put it in pure water?" Heath became interested. He had been wondering how to find a suitable wine to pair with that unique dish, but Darkrai had delivered it so quickly.

Darkrai is such a great Pokémon.

However, Heath still had other things to do. With that thought, Heath got out of bed, grabbed the neck of a creature that kept burrowing into the blankets, and then walked out of the bedroom with Farfetch'd.

When Charmander saw Hiss, he put down the dumbbells he was holding and placed them on the ground, then went to wake up Snorlax.

The group began their daily washing routine, but as soon as they opened the cabinet door, Heath discovered that his toothbrush had been used, was damp, and was placed in the wrong position.

"Charmander, has anyone been here just now?" Heath paused for a moment, then looked at Charmander, who was up early to exercise, and asked. Charmander nodded and let out a roar.

"Huo Huo said that the pink-skinned mouse from yesterday came again. It went to the bathroom... yawn... and stayed there for a while." Zorua translated indistinctly. Heath looked thoughtfully at the toothbrush in front of her. That pink-skinned mouse must be Mew. Only Mew could so easily invade Officer Jenny's dormitory and sneak into Heath's food cart.

Heath looked at his toothbrush with a wry smile. He had no interest in using someone else's toothbrush. Fortunately, toothbrushes are consumables that need to be replaced frequently, so Heath bought some as a reserve. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to brush his teeth today.

Heath took out the toothbrush, hesitated for a moment, then put on a pink tape to indicate that it was for Dream's use, before picking up her new toothbrush and starting to brush her teeth and wash her face.

After finishing her personal hygiene routine, Heath set up the autopilot and drove towards the market. Heath planned to buy some ingredients there to prepare for the product she was going to launch later. Heath was already soaking in alcohol.

Chapter 204 Heath's Fancy Breakfast (Part Two)

At the market, Heath skillfully bought some of the ingredients she needed. However, considering her promise to Cynthia yesterday, Heath bought some extra chicken. She would make fried chicken nuggets from the chicken. In Japan, this dish is called Karaage Chicken, a unique dish that is perfect for drinking, as well as eating as a snack or even as a meal.

After buying some crabs for Farfetch'd to make crab roe buns, Heath took his Pokémon back to the food truck, set up autopilot, and started preparing breakfast.

Of course, Heath hadn't forgotten what he needed to do. Yesterday, he triggered a special mission, and Heath now planned to do it every day. He wondered what kind of strange and wonderful rewards he could get in ten days. Heath was very curious about this. If he could get something to repair the Anywhere Door, he would be overjoyed.

Heath hadn't used the Anywhere Door reward since he got it from Palkia, since its side effects were quite obvious, with a high probability of being teleported to some strange places. Heath didn't plan to try his luck.

However, if it can be fixed, then Heath's travel plans will be incredibly convenient. He can open a portal, take the food truck there, and then quickly arrive at the next city, saving most of the time in between.

For breakfast today, Heath made the braised beef noodles she had made before. Heath wanted to see if this braised beef noodles could satisfy her desire for a variety of breakfasts, and after trying it, Heath found that it really could. This instantly sparked Heath's imagination. If making braised beef noodles could satisfy her needs, then she would have many more choices when it came to noodles.

Heath could cook all ten of China's top noodle dishes in turn, and he could also make local specialty noodles for breakfast. Heath couldn't help but laugh. This way, he could satisfy all these conditions, not just ten breakfasts, but even more.

After finishing his breakfast, Farfetch'd started busily making crab roe soup dumplings. Farfetch'd's dough-rolling skills had improved, which pleased Heath. Now that Farfetch'd was sharing his work, Heath felt he could steal a moment of leisure. After finishing his meal, Zoroya walked mysteriously into the lounge, taking Charmander with him.

Heath didn't care too much. Anyway, Zorroia couldn't cause any trouble in the lounge, so Heath had nothing to worry about. If he wanted to get out, he had to go through the dining car door, which Heath had locked. No one could get in unless they had the key.

No, no one but Dream can get up here!

Heath was very confident.

When the food truck arrived at the designated location, Heath heard the sound of bicycle wheels turning. Curious, Heath glanced over and saw a Pikachu dressed in a Pikachu electric scooter outfit riding a small bicycle, huffing and puffing as it passed right in front of him. Heath was stunned; he never dreamed that Pikachu would actually ride a small bicycle to charge the service points.

However, this is also a way for Pokémon to make a living. Heath has heard that some trainers will catch certain Pokémon in a specific way and then use them to make money. For example, they will catch Machop, train them into Machoke, and then go to a moving company to find a job.

However, this practice has been seriously investigated by the league. According to the relevant regulations of the league, Pokémon that perform work must receive remuneration that they can dispose of at their own discretion, and this remuneration cannot be used by the trainer, but only by the Pokémon itself.

Even so, many people still exploit loopholes in the regulations here, such as letting a Machamp use money to buy the latest car. Anyway, as long as the Pokémon buys it voluntarily, the League can't stop it; they can only try to investigate and catch as many as possible.

"It's not easy. Whether it's Pokémon or humans, it seems that you can't live in this world without doing anything..." Heath paused for a moment, and then inexplicably thought of Mew and Ho-Oh and other legendary Pokémon. If Ho-Oh and the others might have undertaken some tasks that humans didn't know about, then Mew really did whatever it liked based on its own preferences.

Heath shook his head, ignoring the matter, and began preparing the dishes for today. The roasted pig's trotters had gained some fans yesterday, but not many people were willing to try them. Heath felt that this was something that needed to be spread by word of mouth. Once the aroma of the wine spread and others knew about it, more people would naturally be willing to try it.

Therefore, relatively speaking, Heath thinks that small snacks like fried chicken nuggets might be more popular in the short term.

However, the competition for fried chicken nuggets is fierce. When Heath went to the market this morning, he saw many people buying chicken suitable for making fried chicken nuggets. It seems that fried chicken is a very popular food even in the Pokémon world.

However, Heath was quite confident in his fried chicken nuggets.

"Good morning, Brother Heath." It was a familiar voice. It was Karenia. Heath looked up and saw him. Karenia was still wearing yesterday's clothes and stood shyly in front of Heath.

"Good morning, Karenia. What are you planning to eat today?" Heath asked Karenia with a smile. Karenia goes to school very early, probably because his school is in the capital, so he has to walk a long way.

Heath usually saw students around seven o'clock.

"One jianbing guozi and one crab roe soup dumpling, thank you, Brother Heath." Karenia was very polite, and Heath smiled and made Karenia a jianbing guozi. As for the crab roe soup dumpling, Karenia took it from the hand of the leek duck.

However, when he was collecting the money, Heath frowned slightly; he smelled a strange odor.

Heath didn't pay much attention, after all, he was in a busy neighborhood where people sometimes littered and homeless people would use the toilet nearby. Heath had only been there a few days and had already noticed these small details of the city.

A city cannot be judged solely by its glamorous aspects; sometimes, its darker side is a more authentic representation of the city.

Karenia nodded and left, but after walking a short distance, she lowered her head and sniffed her clothes.

"Everything was clearly taken care of..."

Chapter 205 The Fat-Growing Meal

Heath cracked his neck as he began preparing to make fried chicken nuggets. There are many ways to make them, but the simplest and most foolproof method is to cut the chicken into pieces, coat them with egg yolk and breadcrumbs, and then fry them in oil to make chicken nuggets. However, this kind of fried chicken nugget also exists in this world.

Heath was planning to make a different kind of fried chicken nuggets, which required the chicken to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, preferably juicy. The more juicy the chicken, the better it would taste. Heath believed that using breadcrumbs was a step down from the ideal. Heath thought that good fried chicken nuggets didn't need breadcrumbs or cornstarch. As long as the oil temperature was controlled, a similar effect to breadcrumbs could be achieved.

"Is this the fried chicken you were planning to make?" Cynthia suddenly appeared, startling Heath so much that he almost cut his hand with the cleaver. Fortunately, his years as a chef had taught him to instinctively pull his hand back, avoiding a bloody accident so early in the morning.

"Miss Cynthia? Why are you here so early?" Heath looked up and saw that Cynthia was still wearing the same hoodie as yesterday, but this time she was also wearing a baseball cap. Her golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, peeking out from behind the baseball cap. You would have thought that Cynthia was a tennis player.

"If I don't get up early, how can I escape with a legitimate reason!" Cynthia said righteously. Hiss's lips twitched. This Cynthia really was quite different from the Cynthia in his memory.

"This is the fried chicken I'm going to make. You can look forward to it." Heath smiled, then put the chicken in a bowl and turned around to start kneading it. Heath needed to marinate the chicken in this way so that it would be flavorful. After marinating, the chicken could be fried. However, the oil temperature also needed to be carefully controlled. If it wasn't controlled well, it wouldn't achieve the effect that Heath wanted.

Cynthia sat with her hands on her cheeks, watching Heath cook with curiosity. Because of this, her face looked a little chubby. However, Heath didn't notice this and was busy kneading the chicken pieces. Farfetch'd watched curiously from the side, as it was the first time it had ever seen this cooking method.

Once the chicken was marinated, Heath set the chicken pieces aside and then heated oil in a pan. While heating the oil, Heath added some spices to enhance the aroma of the oil and make the fried chicken pieces more fragrant. However, they shouldn't be fried for too long, otherwise the spices would develop a strange smell due to the high oil temperature and prolonged heating.

So often all you need to do is fry a handful of spices and then remove them. Once removed, the spices have no other use, at least for the dishes Heath is planning to make today.

"Heath, I'd like to eat pig's trotters too, ten of them," Cynthia added. Heath paused for a moment, then nodded. Pig's trotters were easy to make; after all, the braised pig's trotters from yesterday hadn't been sold yet. Heath just needed to take them out and grill them over charcoal.

"Miss Cynthia, aren't you afraid of getting fat?" Heath asked, watching the chicken sizzling in the oil, silently calculating the time in her mind.

"Don't worry, I'm the type who can eat anything and not gain weight," Cynthia said proudly. Heath touched his nose. The ability to eat anything and not gain weight is truly enviable. On the other hand, the completely opposite type of physique is the one that gains weight easily even from drinking water. Heath was also quite envious of the type of physique that can eat anything and not gain weight.

Heath has an average physique. If it weren't for the fact that Heath cooks every day, which can be considered a form of exercise, and the habits she developed under Feng Jie's training, Heath might have really started to gain weight. Thinking of this, Heath couldn't help but look down. It's good that she can still see her shoes when she looks down.

After taking the fried chicken nuggets out, Heath took out a cup of milk tea, then put the fried chicken nuggets in a takeout box. After hesitating for a moment, he set the price of the fried chicken nuggets at twenty-five.

Twenty-five for a serving of fried chicken seems a bit expensive, but ultimately it depends on where the chicken is sold. In the vast Quartz Consortium, everything is expensive, and the price Heath set is just enough to make a profit, so it's not that high.

"Fried chicken nuggets and milk tea go even better together. Would you like to try a set meal? It'll only cost you thirty-two." Heath asked Cynthia, and Cynthia took out her money without hesitation. She even paid for the pig's trotters as well.

After receiving the money, Heath took out the pig's trotters from yesterday, placed them on the barbecue grill, and started grilling them for Cynthia. Since there weren't many people around yet, he could take his time.

Meanwhile, Cynthia had already picked up a piece of fried chicken. This piece of fried chicken was different from the fried chicken Cynthia had ever seen. It was a bit red and didn't look like the usual golden-yellow fried chicken. However, it was very hot, after all, it had just come out of the oil.

Cynthia blew on the chicken nuggets several times to cool them down until they were ready to eat. Then, she couldn't wait to eat them, and her eyes widened in surprise.

The crispy fried chicken gave Cynthia a very fragrant feeling. As her teeth broke through the skin and bit into the meat, the tender and juicy chicken meat was incredibly delicious. The rich juices added to the flavor of the fried chicken, and it could be easily torn into strips. Even though nothing was added, it had a fragrant aroma and a subtle hint of spices, making the taste of this fried chicken even more complex.

After eating a piece of fried chicken and taking a sip of smooth milk tea, Cynthia let out a long sigh of relief, clutching her stomach. She felt like she had come back to life. It has to be said that the fried chicken nuggets Heath made were different from those on the market, and just as Heath said, fried chicken and milk tea were a perfect match.

Cynthia couldn't help but pick up another piece of fried chicken. The size of the fried chicken was just right, enough to fit in her mouth without being too big, which made Cynthia very satisfied.

After Heath roasted the pig's trotters and sprinkled them with her special tree fruit chili powder, she saw that Cynthia had already finished the fried chicken and milk tea, leaving the box empty.

"...How about...another serving?" Heath asked hesitantly, looking at Cynthia, who was still hungry and whose eyes were fixed on the other fried chicken nuggets.

Cynthia paused for a moment, then without hesitation, took out thirty-two Alliance Coins and handed them to Heath.