After old Mr. Ma Zhide left with his hands behind his back, Heath sat silently in the food truck for a long time. Only when the next customer arrived did he get up and start busily preparing food.
That was life. You always had to learn to say goodbye, but sometimes that moment came too suddenly, too hastily, leaving you no time to prepare before you had to face the most sorrowful thing in the world. Only then would you understand how difficult saying goodbye could be.
Heath lowered his head and looked at his hands. He used to prepare a portion of freshly cooked rice every day just to make soft fried rice, and deliberately leave braised chicken legs in the braising liquid for a few extra days. But now, there was no need.
No one would smile and tell him about A-Pen being chased through the whole of Viridian Forest by a Caterpie anymore.
"Trainer, what should I do if you die?" Zorua looked at Heath with tearful eyes. Heath was a little speechless. He had thought this little rascal was going to ask what he would do if Zorua died.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected her to be talking about his death instead.
"Don't worry. If I really am going to die, I'll definitely take you down with me." Heath shot Zorua an exasperated glare. Her interruption had dispelled some of the sadness.
Farfetch'd laughed with a series of quacks. Heath thought Farfetch'd really was quite peculiar, laughing like that but switching to "Farfetch'd" when speaking. It had probably become a habit.
Looking at the unhappy Zorua, Heath chuckled and rubbed her head. Though this little one could be mischievous and playful at times, with a head full of filthy thoughts, he had to