Heath first looked up. There were no customers in front of the food truck at the moment. Everyone was busy; after all, they still had to go to work. Without working, they would not have enough money to get by. Viridian City had a much smaller population than the Indigo League, so there were not many pedestrians on the streets now.
Only then did Heath breathe a sigh of relief. He poured half the snow out of the jar and began shaping it into a Goubuli steamed bun. As he kneaded it, however, he grew a little conflicted. He knew what Goubuli steamed buns were, but could this snow understand what he wanted to make? Would he end up shaping a Goubuli steamed bun only to get a bun without any filling? Wouldn't that just be a plain steamed bun?
[The food you are about to make is:]
Suddenly, his golden finger brought up a prompt. Heath hurriedly thought of the name "Goubuli steamed buns," and the name appeared after the text in the box. Heath also felt a subtle change occur in the snow in his hands.
Heath let go and discovered that the snow had split into two portions. One was dough, while the other was an assortment of white, ingredient-like things that he could not make out.
"I still have to wrap it myself?" Heath did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he wrapped the Goubuli steamed bun and shaped it into a bun anyway. Just as he was debating whether to put the snow bun into the steamer, it began to change before his eyes.
The wrapper slowly changed color until it looked like an ordinary steamed bun. It was even giving off steam. A little surprised, Heath reached out and poked