Kapitel 49: Chapter 49: No Time to Explain, Get in the Car!
Heath originally intended to quickly go to the market to buy the ingredients he needed. However, as lunchtime approached, Heath became busy attending to customers, so he had to wait until after serving them before heading out.
"Heath, give me three of those mushroom buns and a cup of soy milk, quickly," a husky voice called out. Heath instinctively replied, "Alright."
He quickly packed three buns and a cup of soy milk into a bag and handed it to the woman in front of him. After she left the money, she hurriedly departed, eating as she walked, as if rushing somewhere, which gave Heath a slight stomach ache.
"Miss Wednesday is as hurried as ever today," Heath remarked, watching Miss Wednesday, who quickly entered the office building nearby, shaking his head. Despite being a regular customer for over a year, she was always in a rush.
Other customers took it in stride and continued to approach Heath's stall to buy various foods. Occasionally, they would discuss other matters, and Heath overheard some interesting tidbits.
"Last time at Wednesday Beauty Salon, I spent a fortune on grooming my Pikachu!" a pair of office sisters discussed while waiting for their egg fried rice in front of Heath.
Heath wasn't particularly interested in their conversation. The Pokémon world naturally had beauty salons, and the husky-voiced yet stunning Miss Wednesday was the owner of one.
Moreover, hers was the most famous. Heath's food cart faced Wednesday Beauty Salon's large building across the street every day. It was an entire building owned by her, making her quite wealthy.
Wednesday Beauty Salon's services were also very expensive; often a basic Pokémon skin care treatment cost over 3,000 League Coins, which was half a month's salary for the average office worker.
Despite this, whenever people in Viridian City thought of Pokémon beauty, Wednesday Beauty Salon was the first place that came to mind, demonstrating Miss Wednesday's dominance in the beauty industry.
Heath couldn't quite understand why Miss Wednesday, despite earning so much money, lived very frugally every day. If not for her expensive clothes, one might mistake her for an ordinary office worker.
Heath thought it might be a matter of personal preferences.
After serving batch after batch of customers, lunchtime finally ended, and with the arrival of the afternoon work hours, Heath's stall became more relaxed.
"Let's go, Farfetch'd, today we're going to the market to buy something else," Heath grinned as he ruffled Farfetch'd's head. Had it not been for seeing Farfetch'd, Heath wouldn't have remembered that dish.
"Leek?" Farfetch'd looked up expectantly at Heath, bouncing around.
However, seeing Zorua sitting lazily after having eaten its fill, Heath sighed. This little one was basically living like a pig—eat, sleep, repeat. Heath worried its weight would continue to rise.
When he had entertained Mr. Armin earlier, Heath had thought about what salty dish he could make for him. Upon seeing Farfetch'd now, Heath recalled a famous dish from his past life: Salt-baked Chicken. However, since he had been cooking ducks recently, Heath was a bit impatient and decided to make another dish.
Salt-baked Chicken.
Salt-baked Chicken had a delicious flavor, with a slightly salty taste and tender, aromatic chicken. After preparing it, served with a bowl of white rice, it was truly a fantastic indulgence.
Of course, Heath had also heard that some people used Salt-baked Chicken as a dish to accompany alcohol, but Heath himself rarely drank, so he wasn't very familiar with that aspect.
Just thinking about going to the driving school to learn to drive later made Heath feel a sense of impending doom. He was very resistant to Officer Jana Jenny, the old driver who was the best driving instructor.
Jana was also the examiner for the driving test. Regardless, if he wanted to learn proper driving skills, he couldn't avoid her.
"I really just want to learn to drive properly," Heath sighed deeply, then bought a freshly slaughtered rooster from the butcher and returned to his food cart.
"What's this? Trainer, what delicious thing are you going to make again?" As soon as Heath got in the car, Zorua immediately reverted to its original form and asked.
"This is chicken, but it's not for making spicy chicken," Heath took out the salt. There was plenty left; it should be enough.
But looking at the name on the bag, Primarina's face was a bit strange.
"Should I say it's because it's the world of Pokémon?" Heath smacked his lips. This bag of salt was a high-grade salt from the Alola Islands. It was said to be made from Primarina surfing, and dried salt extracts were more expensive than ordinary salt.
Heath didn't buy this bag of salt naturally. He hadn't been luxurious enough to use such salt. This bag of salt was obtained from Giovanni.
Giovanni, as the head of the Rocket Team, but had a small hobby of his own, so he had a lot of weird kitchen supplies at home, and this bag of salt was one of them.
"Maybe someday they'll sell Kyogre salt or Groudon compost—no, Groudon fertilizer?" Heath swallowed and commented as he added salt.
But no matter how strange the name of this bag of salt was, its quality was indeed good, and Heath could see it at a glance.
After marinating the chicken he bought, Heath drove with a bitter melon face and drove towards the driving school. Calculating the time, it was time for him to go to the driving school to learn to drive.
The driving school in Viridian City was on the outskirts of the city, which could be regarded as a suburb. Heath had never been there before, but fortunately, the food cart had automatic driving function, otherwise Heath might have to push it over.
Along with the driving of the food cart, the scenery around Heath gradually became natural. The previous high-rise buildings turned into lush trees and a large lawn, and Heath couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"So refreshing," Heath sighed.
"Get out of the way! The car in front! Get out of the way!" Just as Heath sighed, a hoarse voice called out from ahead.
Heath subconsciously leaned forward and saw a Chansey driving towards him.
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Chansey: I'm going to die in a mud truck today!
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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