"Trainer, Trainer, this red envelope you gave me is so thick! It isn't all one-dollar bills, is it?" Zoroark looked at Heath curiously and asked with excitement written all over her face. She had just felt the red envelope in her hands, and it did have some thickness to it. Although it wasn't very thick, it was money all the same. To Zoroark, this was simply wonderful. With this money, she could buy the things she wanted, as well as some games. Although Heath paid her a fairly generous salary, naturally, the more money the better. Most people thought that way, and Zoroark had plenty of things she wanted to buy.
"See for yourself." Heath rubbed Zoroark's head in exasperation. He had nearly slipped up just now, because he hadn't expected Mew to be mixed in with them, which had caught him completely off guard. The little fellow had already become very close with his Pokémon. Heath felt that even if he took out a Poké Ball and asked Mew, it would probably be willing to let him catch it. However, Heath had never done so, because he didn't think there was any need. Mew was Mew, a Pokémon with a strong will of its own.
Heath had already finished washing up and was now driving his food truck to his usual daily spot. He planned to park there first, then take care of another matter: his Kanto Small Silverfish. The method for preparing Kanto Small Silverfish had vanished with that old chef's passing. Normally, there would have been no way to obtain the recipe, but that wasn't a problem for Heath. The old gentleman had lived a long life and was probably still living in Vermilion City's Distortion World. Once Heath found him, he would be able to get