Once life became more comfortable, humans began seeking novelty, enjoying bizarre innovations in food.
Ice cream and ice pops were particularly hard-hit, with all sorts of strange flavors emerging one after another, from douzhi ice cream to chili oil sundaes,
and houttuynia ice pops-all rising stars.
Some particularly unholy abominations could even make the north and south set aside their traditional sweet-versus-savory dispute and join forces to destroy these strange creations.
As for the douzhi ice cream in Squirtle's hand...
Squirtle suspected that the vendors had been unable to sell their douzhi but couldn't bear to throw it away, so they had frozen it and turned it into this bizarre product.
In Squirtle's eyes, this was even more evil than the original douzhi.
At least with douzhi, the smell told you what you were dealing with. Once it was made into ice cream, however, that strange odor was masked, while the taste remained.
To Squirtle, this was like a matcha cake with a wasabi filling. Pure malice.
After two consecutive attacks on his tongue, Squirtle began distrusting the food in this area. The strange taste refused to fade, and after thinking for a few seconds, he looked toward the moat beside them.
Splash!
Squirtle demonstrated what a leap of faith looked like by jumping straight into the river, apparently trying to rinse his tongue with river water.
"Squirtle, Squirtle!"
A few minutes later, Squirtle emerged from the water and called out to the group on the bank.
Seeing this, Xin Mu took out Squirtle's Poké Ball. A beam of red light shot out and recalled him.
This was one convenience that Poké Ball technology had brought to daily life. Sometimes, recalling and releasing Pokémon could simplify all sorts of things involving their physical location.
For instance, Squirtle no longer had