Chapter 426: Sliced Noodles
Large quantities, enough to fill you up, and cheap. With just these two requirements, Heath had already sketched out a general picture of the living situation of these three men. They were physically exhausted and hungry, but it was expensive to eat a full meal. They were reluctant to spend money and wanted to buy affordable food.
This kind of person...
It's not surprising. In fact, Heath had encountered such a customer when he was running his own small restaurant in his previous life. At that time, Heath opened a small restaurant next to an old community. The area was not large. Heath was both the boss and the chef. One day, Heath met a customer who made such a request.
He was a migrant worker, his clothes were a little dirty, he was wearing a very old style camouflage work clothes. Even so, the green camouflage clothes had become a little black, and his body was covered with dust. But Heath didn't mind, and told them that of course there were some. As Heath brought the knife-cut noodles out, in the next three months, many workers came to Heath's restaurant to buy knife-cut noodles. They all wanted the noodles and took a few cloves of garlic.
Heath later found out that these workers were construction workers for a new real estate project two kilometers away, but they would rather walk two more kilometers to buy knife-cut noodles from Heath. On the one hand, it was because the knife-cut noodles made by Heath tasted very good, and on the other hand, it was because the knife-cut noodles made by Heath were large in quantity, filling, and cheap. After eating a big bowl of knife-cut noodles, their stomachs were full and they felt lazy all over.
So this time, Heath planned to make knife-cut noodles for the three miners.
"Please wait a moment." Heath said calmly. Sliced noodles were a little troublesome to make. Heath needed to knead the dough first. This could only be done by Heath himself. Farfetch'd couldn't do it for him. After all, Farfetch'd was a duck. If he wanted to knead the dough, he had to shave the hair on his wings. It had to be said that this was rather troublesome. Heath also had some thoughts. He was wondering whether he should capture a Pokémon with psychic attributes in the future and then become a pastry chef.
After all, the Onion Duck is the Onion Duck. Although it is willing to shave its feathers, it is still troublesome. Heath can naturally see that the Onion Duck is quite protective of its feathers, but because it has to learn to be a chef, it has to give up its feathers. Every time it is shaved, the Onion Duck will put its feathers away carefully, so if it is possible to save the Onion Duck from shaving, that would naturally be a good choice.
The choice between trainers and Pokémon has never been a one-way one. If you expect to throw a ball to a Pokémon when you see it, and then capture it, and then it will follow you wholeheartedly, such a person cannot be a trainer. What is taught on the first day of trainer school is that the choice between trainers and Pokémon is a two-way one. Humans choose Pokémon, and Pokémon will also choose humans. There have been cases where Pokémon refused to cooperate or even ran away and resisted because the trainer did not satisfy the Pokémon's wishes.
Just like Charmander, its first owner was a trainer who did not meet its requirements, so Charmander has always resisted being with such a person and even tried to escape. Later, he met Heath and found that Heath had a unique understanding so he followed Heath. The simplest example is naturally Ash. After Ash captured Pikachu in the early days, Pikachu did not cooperate with Ash at first, but was later moved by what Ash did and then became Pikachu.
Heath picked up the noodles. Knife-cut noodles. From the name you can tell how it is made. Actually, knife-cut noodles are made by using a knife to cut the noodles so that they are thick in the middle and thin on the outside. However, knife-cut noodles still require a certain level of skill from the chef. A good chef should be able to make it so that while one noodle has just been put into the pot, another one is floating in the air and the third one has just been cut out. However, this kind of thing is naturally a piece of cake for Heath. After all, Heath had made a lot of knife-cut noodles in his previous life.
There are two ways to eat knife-cut noodles. One is naturally the most authentic kind, and the second is the knife-cut noodles made by Heath himself. The knife-cut noodles made by Heath are not so much knife-cut noodles as they are knife-cut noodle blocks. They are pieces of noodles, not strands. This kind of noodles are chewy and the more you chew, the more fragrant they become. However, there are some requirements for the combination of the dough and the choice of soup base. This time Heath made traditional knife-cut noodles.
Onion Duck on the side looked at Heath eagerly. Heath was holding a kitchen knife, and his hands were as fast as lightning. Heath cut the noodles into the pot one by one. Onion Duck tilted his head. The noodles were floating in the air, but they fell into the pot obediently. This made Onion Duck very curious about how Heath did it. Could it be that his trainer was actually a psychic?
Zoroark looked at the three men curiously. These three humans were very interesting. When they just came in, they all glanced at Zoroark because Zoroark was very stunning. But then they ignored Zoroark and discussed something in a low voice. Zoroark's ears moved. As a fox, Zoroark's ears were very sharp and she heard the conversation between the three men.
"Hey, how much is your salary this month? I kept 500 for myself and sent the rest to my wife." The bearded burly man in the lead asked a man next to him in a low voice. The man had a scar on his face, from forehead to chin, which looked hideous, but even such a scary man showed a shy expression on his face.
"I don't have as much as you do, big brother. This month I only have about 10,000 Alliance Coins, but I kept 3,000 for myself and gave the rest to my parents. My parents said they would find a wife for me when they have time." The man's face turned a little red, and his face became even redder when he talked about his wife.
"Hmph, marriage is nothing but a grave." The gloomy man who spoke the least snorted coldly, but it was obvious that the other two men knew about this man's situation. They just glanced at each other and didn't say much.
Zoroark blinked her eyes. She felt that these three men had some stories and she was very curious. However, she was not very familiar with these guests and could not run over to ask them for more information, which was a bit of a pity.
"Betty, come here and serve the knife-cut noodles." Heath put the prepared knife-cut noodles in a bowl, placed it on a plate, and also put a dish of garlic on it. Heath always felt that noodles tasted better with some garlic, and some of the guests also liked to eat garlic.
