In Young Master Mao's villa in Rustboro City, three heads were bent over a late-night meal.
"Well~ they're just kids... I can let them eat a little more." Young Master Mao sighed, then looked at the extra person in the corner, a rather coquettish pink-haired boy.
"A Tao, you dog! How can you eat with a clear conscience? Pay up, damn it!"
"Gulp~" A Tao swallowed the mouthful of pork trotter rice, with its alternating layers of fat and lean meat, elegantly wiped his mouth, and gave Young Master Mao an alluring roll of his eyes.
"Oh, Young Master Mao, don't be so stingy. I'm second-in-command at Rustboro City's Pokémon Center now. At most, I'll fast-track all your appointments from now on. How's that?"
"That's more like it." Young Master Mao nodded.
After the Gym battle, he had taken his two students to the Pokémon Center to recover, only for this damn sissy to greet him with a bear hug.
Only then had Young Master Mao remembered that A Tao, the poor sucker, was interning in Rustboro City...
But there had been so many people around, and his two students were there too. For the sake of his image, Young Master Mao had decisively launched a flying kick, sending A Tao flying with a scream...
Afterward, to soothe the guy's wounded soul, Young Master Mao could only offer to treat everyone to a late-night meal.
Pork trotter rice with a secret recipe! You had to taste it to understand!
A Tao, who had initially fussed about being afraid of getting fat, polished off three bowls all by himself, explaining as he ate that it was mainly for collagen's beautifying effects.
The group chat had come alive today too, and A Tao stuck to his principle of never missing a chance