Heath watched Cynthia leave with the fried chicken and pig's trotters, unsure whether to laugh or cry. She really was a foodie, and one who could eat a tremendous amount at that. Heath thought Cynthia's appetite was truly frightening. Or were famous big shots and future geniuses all the sort to have huge appetites?
Thinking of One-Punch Man and Luffy, Heath felt that this did not seem impossible. After all, eating a lot seemed to be a very common trait among those destined to become strong or who were already strong.
But Heath did not dwell on it. Instead, he turned to look at Farfetch'd, wanting to see what he was doing. When he looked, he saw Farfetch'd rolling out dough wrappers. That was nothing unusual in itself, but what happened next made Heath frown.
Whether out of habit or for some other reason, Farfetch'd would unconsciously wipe the sweat from his head with his wing after rolling out a wrapper, then continue rolling. There was nothing unusual about that in itself, since sweating was perfectly normal. Winter was a little better, but whenever Heath ran his stall in summer, his head would be drenched in sweat.
Summers in Viridian City were hot, so hot that Heath would keep panting. If Sister Feng had not later bought him a large sun umbrella, he probably could have turned into a Black man after all those years of running his stall.
But Farfetch'd's wings touched the dough wrappers, and that was a real problem.
"Wait." Frowning, Heath stopped Farfetch'd. Then, under Farfetch'd's bewildered gaze, he threw the nearly finished wrapper into the trash. It could no longer be eaten. Farfetch'd stared at Heath in surprise, seemingly unable to understand why he had done that.
"Did you make those crab roe soup dumplings