Chapter 317: Rock, Paper, Scissors
As a chef, Heath believes that treating every ingredient seriously is a basic skill. It is like eating puffer fish. Puffer fish tastes good but is poisonous. So if a chef wants to obtain permission to handle puffer fish, he needs to undergo special training and exams. If he does not pass the exams, every time a customer eats puffer fish, the chef has to look up the criminal code and consider how many years he will be in prison.
In the past, some old chefs relied on their seniority and experience, as well as the fact that they often cooked puffer fish without any failure, and became arrogant. The state requires a qualification certificate to handle puffer fish, but the old chefs were dismissive of it. As a result, they regretted it after something went wrong.
The toxicity of wild mushrooms is even greater than that of pufferfish. It can even be said that the toxins in some wild mushrooms exceed those in pufferfish.
It is not uncommon for a pot of mushrooms to kill a whole village of people, and the deaths are very miserable. After all, this is poisoning, and the feeling of poisoning is terrible.
Many people think that wild mushrooms can only cause hallucinations, and some even say such brainless things as "I want to buy some wild mushrooms and eat them myself to get poisoned and experience the hallucinations."
Although Heath also liked to read those funny stories about people who ate wild mushrooms on a certain website in his previous life, this is actually called survivor bias. There are many people who have been poisoned but have no chance to speak out. If you search the Internet for news about people in Yunnan Province who died accidentally due to eating poisonous wild mushrooms every year, you will find a lot of them. Therefore, Heath is very cautious about this kind of food that is highly poisonous but very complicated and cautious to eat.
This is to prevent myself from being careless or making an oversight and sending the diner to the ICU.
If you pick the mushrooms yourself, you must make sure you only pick wild mushrooms that you are familiar with. Sometimes, if you get mushroom poisoning, the cost of going to the hospital may be as much as the an entire house.
"You want to learn this?" Heath was sitting at the dining table. Farfetch'd and the others were sitting on the chairs next to them. Heath had prepared a special chair for each Pokémon, except Snorlax.
Snorlax is too big to fit on an ordinary chair, so Seath prepared a large cushion for Snorlax. Fortunately, the table Seath bought was big enough, otherwise Snorlax would not be able to sit next to the table.
"Congee~" the Onion Duck called out proudly.
"Congcong said that he just wanted to learn how to cook this super delicious meal." Soraya's mouth was full.
Just now, when Zoroya was woken up by Heath, she was reluctant. She had dreamed about something very interesting, but was woken up. However, as soon as she sat at the dinner table, Zoroya instantly became much more energetic. Five bowls of white rice were placed on the table, with some strange-looking things on top. After taking the first bite, Zoroya couldn't stop eating.
Heath nodded. The taste of this fried chicken mushroom was very special, a bit like a mixture of chicken mushroom and porcini. Heath thought that he could try buying some of this fried chicken mushroom next time , and then try to make it into fried chicken mushroom, which tasted very good.
However, the task of Onion Duck is a bit special. Even the gold finger said that Onion Duck should make a safe and delicious dish by itself. The word "delicious" is easy to understand, but the word "safe" has requirements. Onion Duck has always had problems with temperature control, and if it is not in the light...
Heath touched his chin. This problem still needed long-term consideration and could not be solved in a short time. Heath could only let Farfetch'd try it a few more times.
"Let's eat and go to bed early. We have to get up early tomorrow." Heath yawned. It was very late now. Heath usually went to bed at this time and now he felt sleepy.
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At night, Heath's food truck was parked safely in the parking lot of the farm. After a while, a thin figure fell from the bottom of Heath's food truck . It was Mimikyu.
"Hmm?" Mimikyu made a confused sound, as if it didn't quite understand why it suddenly fell from the warm water tank. Then Mimikyu saw a strange black shadow staring at it in the woods next to the farm.
"Q!" Mimikyu let out a terrified cry, then shrank tremblingly into Heath's dining car, thus avoiding the strange sight in the darkness.
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"Delicious nightmare smell ..." Darkrai looked towards the farm below. He could feel a strong nightmare smell, and it was of very high quality. The most important thing was that the owner of this nightmare smell was actually a ghost Pokémon!
This is very rare. Ghost Pokémon rarely have nightmares. After all, these guys are masters of scaring people. But I didn’t expect that a ghost Pokémon would have a nightmare, and it was a very high-quality nightmare aura.
Ghost-attribute Pokémon + high-quality Nightmare completely hit Darkrai's strike zone.
Darkrai could not wait to pounce, but as Darkrai approached at high speed, he suddenly stopped, and looked at the food truck below with a puzzled look. This truck looked very familiar...
But that shouldn't be the case. Darkrai remembered that the car should be in another city.
But if he turned around and left, Darkrai felt that he was really losing out. After all, it was such a high-quality nightmare, and the owner of the nightmare was a ghost-attribute Pokémon.
"I'll just take a look..." Darkrai slowly stuck his head in. The metal wall seemed to be non-existent in Darkrai's eyes. After a while, Darkrai saw the owner of the nightmare, a Mimikyu.
Then I saw the human sleeping in the bedroom holding the fox.
Darkrai was a little confused. When he saw humans, he felt like he saw a pile of dog shit. This guy's nightmare was simply unbelievable. Darkrai said that he never wanted to get close to him in his life, but such a high-quality nightmare...
Darkrai swallowed his saliva. He thought, they were not in the bedroom anyway, so it should be okay, right?
Darkrai slowly stretched out his hand, and the next second, Darkrai found that his head was suddenly out of his control, and the hands that were reaching out to Mimikyu also unconsciously reached out to the door handle.
Darkrai wanted to escape in terror, but it was completely useless. He opened the door in despair, and then saw a group of monsters in black lace maid outfits standing there playing rock-paper-scissors. Leading the group were two old construction craftsmen wearing flesh aprons. They had nothing on except the aprons.
