That question...
Xin Mu could not answer it. His cooking skills were limited to those special tools. Since the tools were bound to him, he was effectively the only person who could use them.
Without those tools, his cooking was only at the home-cooking level, right around average.
In his own kitchen, Xin Mu could hold his own even against a world-famous chef. But if he went out to compete...
He would be like that professional player in an FPS tournament who retired on the spot because the competition would not let him plug in a USB drive.
In the end, Riolu never got an answer, nor did she pursue the matter. It did not affect her enjoyment of the noodles anyway.
The slight differences in firmness actually gave the noodles a more layered texture.
In theory, the situation in the Gobi Desert could not be resolved anytime soon. They had not even figured out how those Pokémon hunters had gotten in.
After all, Pokémon themselves had no clearly defined sense of good and evil. They simply obeyed their Trainers' commands.
Pokémon could help the League hunt down criminals, but criminals could also use them to evade the League's inspections. Hunter J could even produce a Petrification Gun and an invisible airship, so it would hardly be surprising if she came up with something else.
For now, they stayed at the Pokémon Center and occasionally attended online classes.
After only a day or two of this routine, Corvisquire had more or less recovered. Multiple contusions and broken bones would have required a human to rest for three months.
For Pokémon, however, these were basic injuries. With proper medical care and enough energy replenishment, they could recover in a day or two.
"Caw."
With his wings healed, Corvisquire hovered beside the