Although he did not need to open for business today, that did not mean Heath could get up in the morning and do nothing. If his parents were still around, Heath felt he could indeed relax and slack off a little, but now he had to shoulder the responsibility himself. There were plenty of things he needed to do. If he did not cook, his Pokémon would probably have to wait until Farfetch'd woke up before they could have a hot meal. He also needed to prepare lunch for May today, and those ingredients needed preparing too. He just had not decided exactly what to serve her yet.
In theory, hot pot was the easiest thing to make. All he needed to do was chop up the ingredients and prepare the hot pot base. It was convenient, simple, and quick, and usually tasted pretty good too, making it an excellent choice. The only problem was probably that hot pot was very hot, and Petalburg City was currently in the middle of a scorching summer. Heath had just checked today's temperature on his phone. Although it was not noon yet, it was already twenty-six degrees Celsius. Passing thirty looked quite likely, and it might even reach thirty-three to thirty-six degrees.
What did temperatures in the thirties mean? Anyone who had experienced them knew. Forget eating; there would barely be any appetite to speak of. All anyone could think about was drinking water, drinking all kinds of water, constantly drinking water. Only by drinking nonstop could they calm their body and mind. Going outside was even more of an ordeal. The heat scorched their body, and even standing in the shade, they could feel the searing heat on their clothes. Eating hot pot in such sweltering weather really was torture.
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