Heath had just tried some of the Purple-ringed Octopus, and it really did give him a very peculiar sensation. He could not put it into words; it simply had an incredibly distinctive texture and tasted better than ordinary octopus, too. Perhaps because it had once contained deadly poison, its flesh gave the taste buds an electric tingle. It was the sort of flavor no one could forget after a single bite. Heath was now very much looking forward to serving this Purple-ringed Octopus to his customers, and he had a few other ideas about how to prepare it.
The simplest example was naturally griddle-cooked octopus. It tasted great and could also serve as a snack. There were not all that many other ways to prepare it, though Heath had already ruled out boiling it, because the result would hardly taste good. After all, when he used the Ingredient Identifier, it had specifically said that boiling would make the flesh very tough. Tough flesh seriously affected the texture.
When he returned to the food truck, Heath froze for a moment. The kitchen lights were still on. He knew who it was without even looking; after all, it probably could not be anyone but Farfetch'd.
"Farfetch'd, you really don't need to be so nervous about this cooking competition. Your cooking fundamentals are solid. Have a little confidence in yourself." Heath shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. That little Farfetch'd really was something. All it needed to do in this competition was perform as usual, yet it was still so nervous, even after he had reassured it so many times. But when he remembered how nervous he had been in elementary school when he was chosen to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony, Heath felt he could understand.