Chapter 150: Osomatsu was once a trainer
After driving his food truck to the location designated by Lao Junsha to set up a stall, Heath began to prepare things that might need to be made today. The chicken needed to be cut into small pieces and marinated, the braised chicken also needed to be prepared in advance, and the milk tea also had to be prepared and boiled, which were all time-consuming tasks.
Advance preparation can make Heath less busy, but there is still a lot to do.
"Hey? When did a...small food truck open here?" A strange voice came. Heath looked up and saw an elderly man standing in front of him looking at him with curiosity.
"Grandpa, we are here to buy breakfast. Would you like to eat something?" Heath looked at the old man in front of him with a smile. His gray hair proved that he was very old. However, what made Heath a little confused was that the old man looked a little weird.
It’s not that there’s something wrong with the old man’s clothes, but his left hand, for some reason, is always slightly raised. Heath thought that the old man might have some old age disease. After all, as he gets older, the body’s immunity declines, and he is always prone to some strange diseases.
Especially in the world of Pokémon, some strange diseases have appeared in this world because of the existence of Pokémon.
"Breakfast...please give me a serving of this Jianbing." The old man glanced at the small blackboard that Heath hung outside, hesitated for a moment, and then asked for a serving of Jianbing. Heath nodded, then lowered his head and began to prepare what the old man wanted to eat.
Heath naturally did not give up on Jianbing Guozi. Before preparing other breakfasts, Jianbing Guozi was still the breakfast that Heath recommended. After all, Heath had not purchased enough ingredients for steamed buns, xiaolongbao, and soup dumplings.
After quickly making the pancake, Heath poured some chili sauce on it. After hesitating for a moment, he poured some jam on it. This old man had a bit of a strange taste.
His favorite flavors are sweet and spicy, and he doesn't hate any flavors. It's the first time Heath has met such a guest, but Heath still likes this guest who is not picky about food.
After handing the finished pancake to the old man, Heath took the money from the old man. But when the old man turned his head, Heath was stunned for a moment, because as the old man turned his head and left, the two flavor brands growing on his head seemed to have some changes.
The favorite taste changed from sweet and spicy to sour, while the hated taste became spicy. This made Heath a little confused. Can people's tastes change?
However, Heath couldn't say anything as he watched the old man leave. After all, he was not very familiar with the old man, and sometimes some guests didn't like it if he took the initiative to chat.
"Can the taste change?" Heath blinked. It was the first time he had encountered such a thing. You know, among the guests he had entertained before, Heath had never encountered the type whose taste changed just by turning around.
However, although he was very confused, Heath did not think too much about it. He would slowly study it when he needed this old man to set up a stall in the future. For now, Heath planned to complete his preparations first.
By the time Heath had almost finished, the sky over the Quartz Union had already brightened. The daytime always comes earlier in the summer. If it were winter, the sky would still be dark. As the day dawned, Heath met an acquaintance.
He was not an acquaintance, but he was a guest he had entertained yesterday, the first man to eat Heath's braised chicken. He was still yawning and wearing a plaid shirt. With the work badge hanging on his chest, Heath already knew what this gentleman did.
Software engineer, but Heath thought it might be more appropriate to call him a programmer. However, when he looked at the map yesterday, Heath found that there was indeed an Internet company near his food truck, so he guessed that the programmer was an internal employee.
"Boss... yawn... is there anything ?" The man walked in front of Heath and yawned again. He looked at Heath with sleepy eyes, and the dark circles on his face were so dark that he could COS the national treasure Gungun.
"The only things we can offer right now are pancakes and milk tea. You'll have to wait a while for the braised chicken with rice, but beef noodles are ready." Heath quickly answered the man's question. As for fried chicken nuggets, Heath didn't think the man in front of him would want to eat them.
"Is there any porridge?" The man named Asong paused for a moment before asking this question, as if trying hard to open his eyes was already very physically and mentally exhausting.
"No, but if you want, I can prepare it tomorrow." Heath shook his head. Porridge is not easy to prepare. It takes at least several hours to make a good bowl of porridge. If he makes it now, it is estimated that this Ah Song will have to wait until noon.
"Ah... then please give me one... one of these pancakes and milk tea, thank you." Asong rubbed his eyes, then took out his wallet, took out a banknote from it and handed it to Heath. However, what made Heath look strange was that Asong actually handed over his trainer card as well.
Heath has good eyesight. He can see that the card shows a spirited young man with a hearty smile, and there are also records of three badges on the card. However, that spirited young trainer and the current office worker are completely two different people.
"Sir, here is your trainer card." Heath returned the trainer card to Asong. This trainer card should have expired. The trainer card needs to be authenticated every six months. If it is not authenticated within six months, it will be automatically deactivated, and if it is not authenticated within a year, it will be automatically cancelled.
But this Asong did not recycle the card. You should know that it costs one hundred League Coins to apply for a trainer card, and you can get the money back by recycling it.
It seems that this Asong has a past with many stories.
"I'm so sorry, I've been working overtime since yesterday afternoon and I'm so exhausted." Asong took his trainer card apologetically, then staggered to the table and chair and sat down, and fell asleep soon after.
Heath looked at the sleeping Asong in silence. His expression looked a little strange. He didn't know whether he should go up and remind this guest. He was lying like this and his blue Squirtle shorts were exposed.
