"Snorlax, I'm going to buy some oranges. Stay right here and don't move." Heath solemnly patted Snorlax's large belly. Snorlax looked at Heath blankly. It did not quite understand what that sentence meant, but it understood the words "don't move," so it simply lay down and went to sleep. It had a special fondness for sleeping.
Zoroark gave Heath a strange look. She kept feeling there was something a little wrong with what Heath had said, but she could not say exactly what, so she simply put it aside for now and followed Heath outside. Recently, Zoroark had developed some interest in the housewife's life of grocery shopping. Heath thought it might be because she had read books along the lines of It's Perfectly Normal for Me, a Housewife, to Easily Defeat the Demon King and Save the World with a Spatula.
He had to admit that people in the Pokémon world had quite the imagination. When Heath had nothing to do, he also enjoyed reading the various novels people in this world wrote. It was a unique experience in its own right.
"The oranges are bought. Next up are some ingredients for tonight." Heath soon bought a large bag of oranges to use for preparing Resurrection Lettuce. Next came some other ingredients. He had to admit that coming in the morning was a good choice. There were plenty of fresh ingredients at this hour, and their quality was relatively high. However, Heath spotted a very distinctive shop.
"What does this place sell-hmm? Rice wine." Heath looked at the busy shopkeeper in front of him, then at the jars set out before him, and understood what the man sold. The rich aroma of rice wine was certainly mouthwatering.
This was not ordinary rice wine, but sweet rice wine, a drink