"Please come again. Here's your Jianbing Guozi. Enjoy." Heath wiped the sweat from his forehead and warmly addressed the young woman who had come to buy breakfast. Then, looking at the Food Truck that had finally quieted down, he couldn't help stretching.
The morning rush was Heath's busiest time every day. People came and went, and many bought breakfast. Heath and Farfetch'd worked like dogs. Because Farfetch'd had to hand customers their buns, the customers had taken the opportunity to stroke the feathers on his head countless times. Heath was very worried that Farfetch'd might go bald at this rate.
And with the kind of bald spot that left only a ring around the sides, at that.
This wasn't alarmist talk. Farfetch'd was actually beginning to show a little of that tendency. Perhaps people thought a Farfetch'd working as a chef was simply too much of a talking point, or perhaps they thought Pokémon like Farfetch'd were rare. It might even have been because people in this world thought Pokémon were cute. In any case, Heath didn't know why, but Farfetch'd had become popular just like that.
During breakfast sales that morning, the line at Farfetch'd's station had even been twice as long as Heath's, which had thoroughly shocked him.
As the saying went, when the traffic came, even a pig could fly if it stood in the right wind. Farfetch'd was a textbook example. Farfetch'd had actually made a lot of Crab Roe Soup Dumplings, since Heath had intended to sell them until noon, but there were simply too many people buying them. They sold out in a single morning, forcing Heath to put up a notice reading [Crab Roe Soup Dumplings sold out].
It made Heath's poor little heart ache. That was all money!
At that thought, Heath