"I don't know about that girl either. She's just eaten here a few times. I serve so many customers every day-how could I possibly know where every one of them lives?" Heath looked at Brock with an odd expression. He was a chef, not a famous detective. How could he possibly know about every customer? That was far too absurd.
But on second thought, Heath felt that if his Chef's Eye could gain that function in the future, he really could learn every customer's address and such.
Hearing that, Brock gave up on asking any further. After all, he had only been curious about why he had never seen her before, so he began focusing on his beef noodles instead.
"Speaking of-cough, cough, cough-Heath, when are you planning... cough, cough... to go to Pewter City?" Brock had intended to chat with Heath, only to choke on a mouthful and nearly send noodles out of his nose. The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Couldn't this guy finish eating before he spoke?
The ancestors had once said not to speak while eating or in bed. Although that had been a matter of etiquette, not speaking while eating was actually sound advice. Talking during a meal made it easy to choke. Without knowing the Heimlich Maneuver, even surviving when something lodged in the windpipe would be difficult. However, Heath had diligently taken the exam to obtain his Business License, so he knew a thing or two about this.
Opening a food establishment under the Pokémon League was difficult. After all, it required exams, and first aid was a mandatory subject. Heath had learned the Heimlich Maneuver here, along with some other basic first-aid knowledge.
Fortunately, Brock was fine and recovered after a couple of coughs. Heath, who had rushed out, returned to his