After driving his food truck to the spot Old Officer Jenny had designated and setting up shop, Heath began preparing everything he might need to make that day. The chicken needed to be cut into small pieces and marinated, the Yellow-Braised Chicken needed some advance preparation, and the milk tea had to be readied and put on to simmer. All of these things took quite a bit of time.
Preparing ahead would make Heath less busy later, but there was still a lot to do in the meantime.
"Huh? When did a little... food truck open here?" At the unfamiliar voice, Heath looked up and saw an elderly man standing in front of him, watching him curiously.
"Sir, I sell breakfast here too. Would you like something to eat?" Heath smiled at the old man before him. His grizzled hair showed that he was quite old, but what puzzled Heath a little was that something about him seemed odd.
It was not that there was anything wrong with his clothes, but for some reason, the old man kept his left hand slightly raised. Heath thought he might have some age-related illness. After all, as people aged, their immunity declined, leaving them prone to all sorts of strange diseases.
That was especially true in the Pokémon world, where the existence of Pokémon had given rise to some peculiar illnesses.
"Breakfast, huh? Then could I trouble you for one of these, what's it called, Jianbing Guozi?" The old man glanced at the little blackboard Heath had hung outside, hesitated, and then ordered a Jianbing Guozi. Heath nodded, lowered his head, and began preparing what the old man wanted to eat.
Of course, Heath had not abandoned Jianbing Guozi. Until he had the other breakfast options ready, it remained one of his stronger