The hot oil from the frying pan, together with the thoroughly cooked fried egg, would probably have sent Charmander to the Pokémon Center by now if he hadn't been a Fire-type Pokémon. Fortunately, Charmander was unharmed, which put Heath considerably more at ease.
"Were you trying to make a fried egg?" Heath tossed the utterly inedible fried egg into the trash. There was no eating an egg like that. Heath had no idea how Zorua had managed it; the egg had practically turned to charcoal.
In his previous life, Heath would definitely have classified Zorua's fried egg as a culinary abomination, to prove to others that some people in this world really weren't suited to learning how to cook. Cooking actually demanded quite a bit of talent.
"Yeah. Onion told me how, but it was too hard. My paws are too short." Zorua lowered her head guiltily. Farfetch'd was washing the pan nearby. A pan used to burn food like this needed a thorough cleaning, or anything cooked in it afterward might carry a burnt taste.
Looking at the guilty Zorua, Heath couldn't help rubbing her head. The little one did have a good heart. Perhaps her conscience had stirred after she tricked him yesterday?
"Just leave the cooking to me. You have your own uses, Zorua. Your Illusion is so realistic, after all." Heath smiled as he comforted Zorua. Right now, in Heath's food truck, Zorua was still more of a mascot.
After tidying up the kitchen, Heath set the truck to self-driving mode and began preparing breakfast for his Pokémon. He planned to make Da Su Beef Noodles, but after seeing Zorua's blackened egg, he added a fried egg to each Pokémon's meal.
After they finished breakfast, the food truck arrived at the market. Heath got out with