"Mr. Fujiyama, Charmander's injuries haven't fully healed yet, so the intensity of its workouts might need to be lower." Heath handed Mr. Fujiyama the food he had prepared, packed in a large bag.
To thank Mr. Fujiyama, Heath had made a few extra pieces of chicken breast. Mr. Fujiyama quite liked chicken breast; he was a man who held himself to strict standards.
"Hey, of course I know. Don't worry, I've already reminded it. Oh, and remember to buy some protein powder when you have time. It does help with building muscle." After giving Heath that reminder, Mr. Fujiyama left with his Machamp.
Heath watched Mr. Fujiyama leave, then glanced at Charmander, who was continuing to train its chest muscles, and rubbed its head with a smile.
It felt lovely to the touch, and very warm, a little warmer than a human's body temperature.
"Charmander, here's some water mixed with protein powder. Remember to drink it after you finish working out." Heath set the protein drink aside, then got up to wait for more customers.
"Heath, do you have anything good for breakfast?" Ms. Lori walked over. She looked a little tired, with a dark circle under one eye.
"For breakfast, I'd recommend this." Heath pointed at the Da Su Beef Noodles sign hanging outside his food truck. For the time being, he had no plans to make any other breakfast dishes.
"Noodles, huh..." With her listless eyes, Ms. Lori stared at the sign outside Heath's food truck and fell into thought. Behind her, a Gengar emerged and approached Heath, beaming.
Heath smiled at the Gengar before him, deftly rolled up his sleeves, and went back to playing rock-paper-scissors with it.
The result was the same as always: Gengar lost again. Looking at the frustrated Gengar, Heath calmly took a