My Restaurant in the Pokémon World
Chapter 897

Farming game

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"A victory fair and square?" The man in black sank into thought. He had let Farfetch'd enter the competition and even given him all this publicity simply to ride Farfetch'd's popularity. As long as he could lure that shameless fellow out, that was enough. He had not expected an unexpected bonus, though. He knew his own subordinate, who did have a distinctive eye for judging food. Since even his subordinate thought Farfetch'd could win fair and square, then...

But the man fell silent a moment later, because he saw that his subordinate had already finished the plate of fried rice. He could not help giving his subordinate another look. According to the competition rules, after tasting the food, his subordinate should have set some aside for him to conduct a second review and check whether it really passed muster. Yet his subordinate had actually eaten it all?

"Hehe, it tasted good. I couldn't help myself." His subordinate gave an awkward laugh. This unusual fried rice really did taste excellent, and the ingredients complemented one another perfectly. There was practically nothing to criticize. What was more, that Farfetch'd was very conscious of hygiene. When he first saw Farfetch'd, he admitted he had considered making things difficult for him. After all, Farfetch'd was covered in feathers, and he had thought he could find some fault under those circumstances. Who would have thought he would be unable to find a single one?

That was a whole body covered in feathers, after all. Even if a feather accidentally touched something, well, that would have been a fault he could point out. But Farfetch'd simply never let that happen, leaving the subordinate wondering whether he was supervising a Normal-type Pokémon like Farfetch'd or a Psychic-type Pokémon like Alakazam.

"You..." The man did not know whether

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