"It's almost twelve, and there are seriously so few customers." Heath glanced at his battered old phone and sighed. He had wanted to make some money, but he hadn't expected so few customers again today.
Still, this was normal during the humid season, especially in thick fog. Going outside meant getting plenty of dew on your head-a free hair wash-so relatively few people were willing to leave their offices or homes.
Besides, Heath felt that although his food tasted good, it wasn't good enough to get customers hooked and make them desperate to eat it every day.
In fact, if Heath really could achieve that, Officer Jenny Feng would probably bring people over immediately to thoroughly search his food truck and see whether he had added any prohibited substances. It was like how some business owners in his previous life would add outrageous things to their food to get customers addicted.
"Farfetch'd, come to think of it, do you know much about knife skills?" Heath glanced at Farfetch'd, who was still holding the iron wok and practicing tossing it, and asked.
"Far?" Farfetch'd tilted his head at Heath in confusion, then nodded with a confident look.
"Onion says his knife skills are incredibly good." Zorua rolled over on the chair and lay there reading with a book in her paws.
Heath smiled in satisfaction. He liked confident Pokémon like this. With that thought, he opened the cabinet and pulled out the weapon he had won in the earlier draw, the Heaven-and-Earth Peerless Blade.
"Try this blade and see how it feels." Heath handed the Three Heavens Blade to Farfetch'd. Farfetch'd took it and stroked the blade with interest before gripping it, though his grip was a little strange and made the blade look awkward to use.
"No, no, you need