"Happy?"
Blissey looked at Hisuian Zorua, who had curled up on the sofa in despair after returning, and asked the Porygon Phone.
Who had upset him?
The Porygon Phone chuckled. "He probably saw through the coldness of the world."
Blissey did not understand at all. She went to the kitchen, took a bottle of Moomoo Milk from the fridge, thought for a moment and poured out half of it, then thought again and poured half of that back.
In the end, she took a quarter-bowl of Moomoo Milk to comfort Hisuian Zorua.
The pink Big Egg squeezed up beside the chubby fox and gently called to him. "Happy~"
Hisuian Zorua listlessly raised his head. His gaze first met Blissey's concerned face, then fell upon the bowl of Moomoo Milk.
"Wuu..."
He silently turned his head away.
Blissey was utterly shocked. Hisuian Zorua actually had a day when he refused food? This was Moomoo Milk!
Before she could suspect that Hisuian Zorua had fallen ill, the chubby fox suddenly turned back and noisily lapped up every last drop of Moomoo Milk.
That immediately put Blissey at ease.
He was fine.
He was still the same Hisuian Zorua.
Blissey took the gleamingly clean bowl back to the kitchen. He had licked it so thoroughly that it barely needed washing.
"Happy~"
She put away the little bowl, returned the unfinished milk to the fridge, and then locked it.
Locking it had been the trainer's instruction.
Baimu knew very well that asking Hisuian Zorua to exercise self-control was difficult. If he could control his mouth, he would not have eaten himself into that state.
To stop him from binge-eating out of spite, every fridge and snack cabinet in the house had been locked, with Porygon2 in charge.
To some extent, this also effectively prevented