"What were you all doing just now?" Heath asked Zoroark beside him as he brushed his teeth. Ralts floated beside Heath, brushing her teeth too. The little one was too short, so the mirror here was simply too high for her. Ralts had no choice but to use her Psychic powers to lift herself into the air. Fortunately, she did not weigh very much, so her current Psychic powers were enough to manage it. Zoroark, however, showed no intention of answering. She chuckled and began changing the subject. Heath felt a little helpless at the sight, but he still said nothing. He would find out sooner or later anyway.
After finishing his morning washing up, Heath planned to drive the food truck to the market to replenish his beef. Since he had given all of yesterday's beef meatballs to the Officer Jennys, he did not have much beef left, not enough to serve today's customers. He could only go buy some more and check along the way for any distinctive ingredients he could purchase. But before Heath could finish setting up Autopilot, he heard a knock at the door.
Heath paused, then glanced at his phone. It was half past four in the morning. Most people would still be asleep at this hour, but for Heath, it was already time to get up, buy groceries, and cook. Normally, though, there should not have been anyone around at this hour. Even if there were, they would most likely be sanitation workers cleaning the streets.
But when Heath opened the door, he saw the unusual customer he had met only yesterday-the customer who had braved the heavy rain to eat here and had given Heath a Rage Keyboard.
Qingshui looked even more exhausted now, however. His complexion was awful, as though he