My Restaurant in the Pokémon World
Chapter 122

Let's Play Together

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A deafening buzz rang out, and Heath instinctively covered his ears. It felt as though ten thousand loudspeakers were looping songs from TikTok right beside his ears, making his head feel ready to explode.

"Ow... it... it's saying it's hungry." Zorua covered her ears in pain. As soon as she finished translating that sentence, she darted into the lounge and shut the door.

Even the usually calm Charmander crawled into the lounge, overwhelmed by the sound. Farfetch'd simply toppled to the ground, foaming at the mouth and unable to battle.

The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Good grief, couldn't even Wonder Guard block Snorlax's tremendous voice?

But then Heath noticed that this oddly shaped Snorlax seemed to grow sad all at once. It lowered its head and walked toward the forest with heavy steps. The snow on the nearby trees had also been shaken loose.

Watching Snorlax's retreating figure, Heath took out the Emotion Detector on an impulse. It immediately displayed a little Munchlax huddled in a corner, sitting there, before the word "lonely" appeared.

"Snorlax! Do you want something to eat? I can treat you." Looking at Snorlax and that tiny Snorlax, Heath felt warmth in his heart and couldn't help calling out.

Snorlax turned back to look at Heath in disbelief. Its narrow eyes reminded Heath of Brock. Heath suddenly felt that Brock and Snorlax might have a lot to talk about, since their eyes were equally small.

Seeing Snorlax fidgeting, unsure whether to come over, Heath smiled, then picked up his kitchen knife and began making another pot of meat aspic. Considering Snorlax's enormous size and stomach capacity, Heath decisively made extra.

The aroma drifting through the air also helped Snorlax relax. It stood there hesitantly, not daring to approach Heath's food truck, its large hands shifting

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