"Whew! I'm full!" Cheng Tian rubbed his belly with a smile. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, Uncle!"
"Haha, it's fine, it's fine." Uncle Miao smiled. "I was the one who brought this little robot back by accident in the first place. It was just two extra pairs of chopsticks, no trouble at all."
"Rotom... I nearly got taken apart, Rotom..." Rotom said timidly.
A skinny little old man was still studying him. "Your little robot is pretty quick-witted. I spent ages trying to catch him and couldn't."
"Uh... Rotom's pretty good at dodging..."
Just a little earlier, Cheng Tian and Su Han had walked into the house to find this old man holding a screwdriver, trying to remove Rotom's back cover.
Only after rescuing Rotom did they learn that this old man was also surnamed Miao, and was the thirteenth-generation inheritor of the Pokémon Flute tradition.
Old Mr. Miao also enjoyed tinkering with machinery, which was why he had wanted to take Rotom apart when he saw him.
Only after they hurriedly explained that Rotom was his Pokédex did Old Mr. Miao let go. It happened to be lunchtime, so the hospitable Uncle Miao had asked the two of them to stay for lunch.
"Really, you even came all the way up here to bring me my sweat towel." Uncle Miao chuckled. "You little thing, you're quite warmhearted!"
"A Pokémon Flute?" Cheng Tian looked with great curiosity at a recorder displayed on a cabinet in their home.
"Oh-ho-ho, that certainly is a Pokémon Flute. It's an indispensable part of celebrating the Harvest Festival," Old Mr. Miao said with a smile.
"What do you mean, indispensable..." Uncle Miao curled his lip somewhat disdainfully. "That thing's been optional for ages now. Yet you still cradle it like some precious treasure every