Heath returned to the Food Truck with a stern expression. Zoroark did not dare say a word and could only huddle obediently to one side. The sight almost made Heath laugh. He rubbed her little head and sent her off to play with Ralts, then left them to it. He stood quietly in the kitchen, preparing the food Ms. Lori liked for Gengar.
What did Ms. Lori like to eat? That was a question, but it was not really a question either. Heath knew her preferences inside out. Although he had not awakened Chef's Eye back then, he was still an experienced chef, so he knew very well what she liked. Her favorite food was actually jianbing guozi. Add a sausage and an extra helping of Heath's special shiitake mushroom sauce, and that was her favorite meal.
Ms. Lori had been in a hurry that time too, but perhaps she had caught the aroma from Heath's little food cart, because she stopped and ordered a jianbing guozi. After that, whenever she had time, she would come to Heath for one. Heath knew her tastes so well that she did not even need to speak for him to know what to put in it. That was the understanding between Heath and Ms. Lori, a unique understanding.
With Heath's current cooking skills, a single jianbing guozi was nothing, so he made it quickly. Before long, he had finished and brought it over to Gengar, setting it down in front of him. The piping-hot jianbing guozi, with its familiar aroma, finally made Gengar lose control of his emotions. He burst into loud, wracking sobs. Heath gently patted his back. It was a sad thing, but there was nothing he could do. All Heath could offer were condolences.
"Wow, Gengar's crying so hard. Honestly,