Heath rubbed his hands together. The steamed buns and soy milk he had prepared for breakfast had all sold out, though there was still plenty of spicy pepper soup left. After all, spicy pepper soup was an entirely new food, so relatively few people were willing to try it. Although Heath could see what flavors his customers liked, he had no intention of recommending the spicy pepper soup to them. In his view, it was better to let customers decide for themselves when buying breakfast. He did not particularly want to interfere with their decisions.
"Zoroark, go take down the breakfast sign hanging by the restaurant entrance. We're not serving breakfast anymore." Heath glanced at his steamer. All the buns inside had sold out, so if any customers came in for breakfast now, spicy pepper soup would be the only thing he could offer, with no other breakfast options available.
Spicy pepper soup was a very good choice when paired with other breakfast foods, but if someone simply drank it alone for breakfast, the taste would fall a little short, though Heath could make some adjustments to the soup according to the flavors his customers liked.
"Okay, Trainer." Zoroark immediately nodded, then jogged over to the entrance and took down the sign hanging outside the food truck. When she went out, she also noticed that Vermilion City was beginning to grow faintly light. Even so, it was actually only a little after seven in the morning. In summer, it would have been bright out long before this hour, but since it was winter, it was still somewhat dim.
"Whew, looking at all that darkness outside makes me feel like going to sleep." Zoroark rubbed her hands together, shivered, then ducked back into the food truck.
Once the morning dining rush