After spending the afternoon playing with his Pokémon, Heath finally took Zorua and the others, who still hadn't had enough, back to the food truck. After paying at the payment machine nearby, Heath set the truck to self-driving mode and headed toward the Officer Jenny Dormitory Area.
Heath found his mobile food truck quite simple to use and operate, and its self-driving feature was excellent. Since getting the truck, he hadn't found a single fault with it. If Sister Feng hadn't insisted that Heath get a driver's license, he felt he might never need to take the test in his entire life.
Inside the food truck, Farfetch'd was waving a bottle of ink back and forth in front of Zorua, making Zorua bare her teeth. Heath was a little worried that Zorua might bite at Farfetch'd today and take his whole backside off.
"Farfetch'd, how's your stamina training coming along?" Heath asked, looking at Farfetch'd. This was also to interrupt Farfetch'd's courting of disaster. Heath had noticed that Farfetch'd seemed to have awakened some strange interests.
He didn't know whether Farfetch'd was deliberately acting this way because he had seen what Young Adams did from inside his Poké Ball when they visited Young Adams's house that day.
"Far~" Farfetch'd cried happily. Zorua glared at Farfetch'd sulkily, showing no intention of translating.
Heath scratched his head. It seemed Zorua wasn't in a very good mood right now. In that case, she probably wouldn't help him translate anytime soon, so he could only rely on guessing.
"Are you saying you think you're ready?" Heath asked Farfetch'd tentatively. Farfetch'd nodded with complete confidence.
Heath scratched his head. Farfetch'd had only been training for two or three days. Although Heath had been feeding Farfetch'd protein powder during that time, wasn't this training a little