Heath had been to a market in Saffron City once before, but that time, he had visited the largest market in the city, which was also a master's signature work. He had to admit that Saffron City was quite interesting. The policy of allowing only masters in the design world to build their own signature works in designated areas alone had made Saffron City famous. Of course, publicity at the beginning must have been unavoidable. After all, if some random city announced that only masters could put their signatures on their work there, whether anyone would believe it was another question. They might get laughed to death before any masters even showed up.
Heath did not know the history of Saffron City's development. After all, he had little interest in studying this world's history books and such, but he thought Saffron City's first mayor must have been a very interesting person.
"Old Wu! Old Wu!" A voice suddenly rang out, making Heath pause, because it sounded very much like a cat's cry he had heard before. But he did not keep a cat in Heath's Food Truck. The only one who might have looked even a little like a cat was probably Zoroark, but foxes were actually canines.
Then Heath abruptly slapped his forehead. He remembered that he actually did have a cat here: Little Red, who had fallen asleep some time ago. Little Red had been sleeping all this time and had barely eaten, but Heath knew this little fellow was rather unusual, so he had not worried. Otherwise, an ordinary cat that went without food for several days would need to be taken to the hospital for an examination.
Heath turned his head and saw Little Red, who was crying, "Old Wu, Old Wu." Although Heath knew it