"He really does deserve to be called the magician of cuisine. This ability to see into people's hearts is truly frightening," the man marveled. He had only said that he wanted fried Pikachu, yet the man before him had made something that suited his tastes so well. Now he believed that this man, hailed by so many food critics as a magician of cuisine, really did possess a special ability. He seemed able to see into other people's hearts and discern the flavors they liked. What an incredible talent.
The man had eaten plenty of fine food, but aside from restaurants where he was a regular and they knew his tastes well enough to tailor dishes to him, practically nowhere he visited for the first time could guess his preferences. Yet this chef could. What was more, his cooking tasted exceptionally good. Even setting aside his ability to make food that suited his customers' tastes, the man felt that Heath becoming a famous chef on the strength of his cooking skills alone would be nothing strange.
Heath had no idea that someone had just been passing judgment on him. In truth, he did know about some of the rumors in food magazines. As a chef, the magazines he subscribed to were naturally food magazines, after all. However, he spent most of his time browsing them for novel recipes or unusual foods to broaden his horizons, so he rarely read the food criticism articles.
Heath himself knew perfectly well that many food criticism articles could have issues, such as accepting money to heap praise on someone. Such things were not particularly uncommon even in the Pokémon world. Wherever humans existed, there were exchanges of interests, after all. You paid me, and I showered you with flattery; that could count as a