"Old Man Ai, do you really like Mew too?" Heath looked at the somewhat entranced old man and silently raised his estimate of how obsessed people in Kanto were with Mew. He could tell that Old Man Ai truly liked Mew, to a degree that seemed a little strange. Still, this was Mew, after all, so Heath could understand. It was just that the extent of Old Man Ai's fondness for Mew really was a little excessive.
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? It's Mew! I grew up watching Mew cartoons and movies." Old Man Ai laughed heartily. He was in a very pleasant mood now. Although he had been in quite a bad mood after his boat capsized, his spirits had lifted upon seeing Mew. After all, in Kanto folklore, seeing Mew was a sign of good luck.
Beside them, Mew scratched its little head bashfully, and Heath felt like laughing at the sight. Mew had previously been rather reluctant to interact with other humans, but now its interaction with Old Man Ai seemed to have laid a decent foundation. That meant Mew probably would not be so averse to interacting with other humans in the future, which was probably a good thing.
Meanwhile, Heath was busy cutting up a large pile of ingredients. There was quite a lot to cut today. After all, besides Heath, Old Man Ai, and May, the other Pokémon needed to eat too, so Heath planned to make extra and give May some practice along the way. Heath had May cut ingredients whose thickness and shape did not matter much. That way, even if there were problems with her cutting, the impact would not be too great. Heath and Farfetch'd, meanwhile, focused on preparing meat. The thickness requirements for these meats were not