Charmeleon concentrated on controlling his flames, roasting the beef skewers in front of him. Watching the beef change color in his hands gave him a strange, inexplicable sense of satisfaction. Perhaps training this way once in a while wasn't bad? Besides, holding such a large handful of things could train his muscles too.
"Charmeleon, three orders of beef skewers and five orders of lamb skewers," Heath called. There were quite a few customers today-enough that Heath was having some trouble keeping up.
Heath thought it might be because his seasonings smelled so good, drawing plenty of customers over to try them. He even noticed the owners of the nearby barbecue stalls casting several curious glances his way, but he wasn't worried. He had blended all these seasonings himself, and the barbecue seasoning powder had undergone some unique processing. Besides, some of the ingredients needed to be marinated beforehand. Even if those owners came over to buy his barbecue, Heath didn't mind.
Unless these people came at him with their Sharingan activated and hit him with Kotoamatsukami, there was no way Heath's recipes would leak.
Charmeleon gave a growl of acknowledgment, then picked up the lamb and beef skewers beside him and dutifully continued breathing flames to roast the meat.
Strangely enough, when Charmeleon first started grilling, he had felt a little hungry, and the smell of roasting meat had made him drool. But after grilling for a while, Charmeleon had abandoned that thought. His stomach was already full, and just smelling it made him feel like he couldn't eat another thing. It was very strange.
If Heath had known what Charmeleon was thinking, he would have told him that this was a common problem among cooks. It was like making New Year's Eve dinner in his previous life: the person