There was no denying that Azisa was a wonderful woman, equally at home in polite company and in the kitchen. She prompted Dian to give himself a thorough mental dressing-down.
You really are scum. The scum of humanity.
Still, that accomplished precisely nothing.
If he really had to choose between Liu Xiahui, who could hold a beauty in his lap without letting lust sway him, and Ito Cheng, who would happily die beneath a beauty's skirts and remain a romantic even as a ghost, even a three-year-old would probably know which to pick.
Cheng's downfall was dying too soon. If he had mastered the divine arts of dropping to both knees and using eye drops, perhaps... well, even if he still died, he could have made a better-looking corpse.
Of course, Dian deeply admired Liu Xiahui's upright, gentlemanly conduct and hoped the entire world would follow his example.
"Dian, how about cooking this fish in sauce?"
Azisa hummed happily as she prepared the large fish covering the shore, her tied-back green ponytail swishing from side to side.
Deep-fried, braised, steamed... this all-fish banquet would probably cost at least ten thousand at a hotel.
Out in the wild, though, it cost almost nothing as long as you were careful—provided you could take on an entire lake full of Pokémon by yourself.
After all, before snatching food from their mouths, you had to consider whether you were up to the job.
Generally speaking, anyone who had not leveled up to Dian's standard was better off sticking to fishing, lest they end up becoming a Meituan food delivery.
Misdreavus went to observe the emotions of the fish sacrificing themselves for the meal and practice using her paralysis ray along the way. They only needed to add some Asile Waterweed extract later anyway, so