Pokémon, but cultural invasion

a few days later.

"Okay, very energetic."

Quanshu patted Xiaoyin, who was standing at attention, on the shoulder and said, "First-class security guard, loyal."

He walked onto the set, where Ah Che was filming the last few shots of "Ratatouille".

The professional actor playing the authoritative food critic Mr. Cobb looked serious, with a small stack of mixed vegetable stews forked in his left hand and a pen poised to strike in his right.

Mr. Shi, who was secretly observing from the next table, sneered, "Mixed vegetable stew? They've gone mad!"

The food landed in my mouth.

The simple aroma of vegetables lingered on his taste buds, and Mr. Kobo's expression instantly froze.

His eyes held an incredulous look, as if he had returned to a summer evening many years ago.

As dusk fell, he practiced cycling in front of his long-demolished home, fell and injured his knee, and cried as he went home.

His mother, who was making soup, smiled helplessly and lovingly as she gently bandaged his wound and served him a bowl of vegetable soup.

As Mr. Ke Bo recalled grabbing a spoonful of vegetable soup and putting it into his mouth, he felt as if he had returned to the bustling God of Cookery restaurant.

He was completely unaware that the pen he had used to critique countless dishes had fallen from his hand as he savored the mixed vegetable stew.

“I’ve forgotten the last time I asked a waiter to convey my respect to the chef.”

Mr. Cobb dipped his finger in the leftover food on the plate and put it in his mouth, exclaiming, "I am pleasantly surprised to find that you, who served me, are both a waiter and a chef."

"Thank you, but tonight I'm just a waiter."

Xiao Kuan shook hands and thanked him.

"Then who should I pay my respects to?" Cobb asked, puzzled.

"Uh, please wait a moment..."

Xiao Kuan darted back to the kitchen, argued with the chef Tian Jie for a bit, and then the two walked out together.

"You must be the head chef, right?"

Ke Bo spread his arms wide, his expression joyful.

Sweetie shook her head and said, "If you want to see the head chef, you have to wait until all the guests have left."

"OK then."

Ke Bo suppressed his smile and sat at the table, waiting patiently, just to catch a glimpse of the chef who would be serving this dish.

The number of diners around him dwindled until there was no one left.

Ke Bo swirled his wine glass as Xiao Kuan, holding a chef's hat, slid out.

He lifted his hat, revealing a small rada in his hand.

His face showed emotion.

At first, Kobo thought it was a joke, but then Xiao Kuan led him into the kitchen and demonstrated the cooking process of Xiao Lada and the whole story.

His smile froze. After bowing to thank Xiao Kuan and Xiao Mi, Ke Bo silently left the restaurant.

His commentary was published in the newspaper the following day.

"Being a critic is too easy; we're high up and there's no risk involved."

"By putting workers and their contributions into writing, freely evaluating them, and letting negative comments bring us fame..."

"Last night, I experienced something new, unparalleled deliciousness, from an unexpected chef..."

"Not everyone can become a great artist, but great artists can come from anywhere."

...

"Crack!"

"The End."

Chapter 122 Naz, the Girl with No Name, No Inner Power, No Inner Sense

"Tonight's wrap party is a night to drink until we drop!"

Ah Che shouted at the top of his lungs, afraid that no one in the crew would miss the celebration news.

"Oh, I've only been working for a few days and filming has already wrapped up?"

Xiao Yin clutched her head, wondering if she was going to lose her job again so soon after starting.

The veteran security guard reassured him, "The TV drama crew in Tingxiang is short-staffed to guard the gate, and there will be new movies coming out, so don't worry."

Because the crews for movies and TV series are often shared, such as props, makeup, and camera crews...

So Quanshu simply gave all the employees of Tingxiang a day off to attend the wrap party.

And the artists at A-Che's shop, let's treat it as a team building activity.

The largest Pokémon restaurant in the heart of the city.

The employees, who were playing with their own Pokémon, were drinking and chatting, while the Pokémon themselves enjoyed the food.

"Cheers to the wrap-up of filming for Ting-hsiang's second movie!"

In high spirits, A-Che raised his glass in celebration. Looking at the dozen or so tables full of people, he felt a surge of pride and a sense of accomplishment.

After a few drinks, Ah Che almost passed out under the table.

The shy Takanosuke, as the protagonist, was repeatedly toasted and soon lost consciousness.

Sipping his juice, Guangtai asked, "Isn't Master Nazi with you today?"

"She doesn't like crowded places, and she also doesn't like drinking."

Quanshu didn't dare let Nazi drink either.

A superpowered person in a drunken state—just thinking about it is terrifying.

The atmosphere was lively, with clinking glasses and a cacophony of voices.

Izumi released the poster for "Ratatouille" at the perfect moment, meaning that Teigo's film no longer needs any promotion.

Tingxiang's name itself attracts attention.

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A hotel in Frey, Carlos region.

Want to become a developer?

"The Tingxiang New Game Developer Platform provides support for players interested in creating game mods."

"Most Popular Mod Contest: Registration and Pre-registration Link..."

Clifton was reading the information posted on Tingxiang's video account. To his shame, as the gym leader of Luna City, he had recently become very interested in Tingxiang's games.

The game description isn't quite accurate; it should be the code behind the game.

It all started when his younger sister, Yurika, was playing a game called "Plants vs. Zombies" on her phone, and he became fascinated by it.

After playing it for a while, Citron, out of curiosity, tried to decompile the game's source code, but failed.

He is a genius inventor and a programming expert.

In order to travel with Ash, he upgraded the robot "Hitroit" that he left at the gym.

Hitroit's ability to command elves in battle against all sorts of challengers was his masterpiece.

The code involved in this intelligent robot is very complex, which demonstrates the programmer's skill level.

However, Citron's decompilation efforts completely failed when faced with this game.

The game developers left behind an impenetrable wall of defenses, which he could not break through no matter what he tried.

"I don't understand!"

The code's flawless defense mechanism is even more perfect than his Hitroyt.

Is there really a human behind this game?

However, the developer platform and module creation competition that Tingxiang is preparing to launch this time have given Citron hope of cracking the code.

At the same time, the rare module-making competition made him, as a programming master, feel itchy to use his skills.

Dinner table in the evening.

Yurika complained to Serena and Ash, who was eating heartily from his bowl:

"My brother limits my gaming time, but he secretly plays Tingxiang's games and watches Tingxiang's video chat."

Hitron, who was wearing glasses, was startled. Had he been discovered?

Serena said hesitantly, "Yurika, Citron is just concerned about you."

Hitterlon quickly explained, "Actually, I wanted to participate in the developer competition released by Tingxiang, and it wasn't entirely about playing games."

"Developer competition?"

Ash put down his bowl and encouraged, "Although I don't know what kind of competition it is, I believe in Clemont, you can definitely do it!"

"Of course, Serena, you also need to do your best in the triple crown satellite tournament in Frey City tomorrow!"

Xiao Zhi wasn't wearing a hat, showing his confidence in the two of them.

"That's right, the last Princess Key will definitely be fine."

"thank you all."

Serena didn't show it on her face, but she sighed inwardly.

The three of them happened to meet Emilia, the rich heiress of a local wealthy family in Frey City, who was also a strong contender for the Golden Key.

Can she really win?

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A tipsy Quanshu returned to the villa.

He was forced to drink several beers by A-Che, and in both his lives, he was the type who couldn't metabolize alcohol very well.

Fortunately, I hadn't drunk much, and the night breeze blowing in front of the door sobered me up considerably.

The villa's entrance was bathed in warm yellow light, and it seemed that Naz was still awake.

The key is inserted into the lock.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and Naz, wearing an apron, smiled stiffly.

"Welcome back."

"Oh, thank you."

Naz took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

Quanshu perked up. Was she... playing the role of a wife?

"The food in the kitchen is ready. Shall we eat first or take a shower first?"

Her slippers rubbed against the floor, and Naz poked her fingers at the corners of her mouth to maintain her smile.

Izumi, who hadn't smelled any food, laughed and said, "If smiling is so hard, don't force it. There are wives in this world who have no income, no job, and no family."

What is meant by "three no's"?

Naza lowered her hand and returned to her cold, expressionless face.

"Silent, heartless, and expressionless."

"They are taciturn and have no expression, so their inner emotions cannot be seen, and others cannot understand their inner feelings."

To avoid any misunderstanding, Izumi offered a brief explanation.

Naz compared these characteristics to herself one by one, and it didn't sound like a compliment. She said, "I see, that's quite fitting for me."

"Well, you are still somewhat different from Sanwu."