Heath would not stay in Pallet Town for very long. He would leave eventually, and before he did, he wanted to help the man before him solve his problem. That problem was the recipe, the one that might have been left behind by the man's mother.
Clearly, though, Mr. Luodan did not know how to prepare the pork intestines his mother had made, so after eating them at Heath's place once, he had become a loyal customer.
Heath had also considered building a bigger business around pork intestines, but he had later abandoned the idea because he discovered that not everyone liked them. Finding customers was a very serious issue.
After all, Heath had already learned that apart from Mr. Luodan and the girl who had come to eat later, everyone else in Pallet Town kept their distance from pork intestines. People in this world seemed to have a particular aversion to offal. Heath did not mind too much, though occasionally he regretted not being able to buy some of the pork intestines he liked and enjoy a few bites.
If Heath's net worth exceeded a hundred million someday and he no longer had much desire for money, he could set aside some funds to try promoting certain unusual delicacies from his previous life in this world. For now, though, he felt that earning more money was more important.
"This is how you make the dish in this recipe..." Heath took out the recipe he had written the night before. He had written it based on the recipe above the man's head yesterday. Heath had a good memory and had memorized it after a single look; after all, the method was quite simple.
Heath had also tried making it himself according to the recipe, only to discover that because the