After Saya, who liked bitter food, left, Heath began tidying up his Food Truck. There were not many ingredients left in it, so he could pretty much close for the day. This was probably the only advantage of running his own business: he could decide for himself when to take a break.
Heath was quite satisfied with this life. There was no idiot boss standing over him, telling him what to do and demanding to know why he was not contributing to the company, why he was the only one rushing off when everyone else was voluntarily working overtime.
So after coming to this world, Heath had become much more even-tempered. He faced life with a smile. Although he had spent the first four years paying off debts, he still enjoyed this free and easy life. Heath figured he was probably just born with this sort of personality.
"Trainer, are we heading back in a bit?" Zorua emerged from the lounge and looked at Heath expectantly, blinking her little eyes. Heath only needed one glance to know what the little thing wanted to do. After all, Zorua was not very good at hiding her feelings; they usually showed plainly.
"Yes. I have to go to the Officer Jennys' apartments to make dinner for them, after all." Heath nodded with a chuckle, deliberately pretending not to understand the impatient thought on Zorua's mind.
"Well, it's a new week today, Trainer. Do you have any plans for the new week?" Zorua dropped hints like mad.
"Hmm? Eat well, drink well, and live well, I suppose?" Heath scratched his head and answered uncertainly, earning himself a death glare from Zorua. She stared at him furiously. Anyone who did not know better might have thought she intended to bite his neck clean through.
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