Mew nodded earnestly. Heath froze for a moment; he really hadn't expected Mew to actually agree. His question just now had mostly been a casual remark, after all. The little fellow loved playing games, so Heath had thought Mew might prefer lazing around. He hadn't expected Mew to want to become a chef, which really surprised him a little. Strictly speaking, though, this was probably a good thing. He just needed to make sure first.
Becoming a chef, or learning anything else, wasn't something to decide casually on a whim. To put it bluntly, studying was a form of torture for many people. One of Heath's former college roommates, for example, had wanted to teach himself piano. He had enthusiastically bought an electronic keyboard and even signed up for piano lessons, only to give up after a few days. The keyboard had gathered dust in their dorm for three years before he finally sold it to a freshman just before graduation.
Cooking might look like a simple profession, but it was actually quite difficult, though that also depended on what kind of chef someone wanted to become. Becoming an imperial chef or the sort who could open a private restaurant and charge high prices was generally very hard. It required not only solid fundamentals but also some ability to innovate, as well as exceptionally good cooking skills. But if someone only wanted to cook for themselves at home, the requirements weren't nearly as high. They wouldn't even need to learn things like tossing food in a wok.
"Mew, are you sure? Farfetch'd, tell Mew how much hardship you've been through since you decided to become a chef." Heath glanced at Mew. Although he would be happy if Mew really became a chef, since Farfetch'd would then have someone to share