Chapter 46 Spicy Chicken Rice
"Mr. Code, you are so awesome." Heath wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He would cry when he laughed particularly happily.
"Of course, my friend, Alakazam can predict the future." Code looked at Heath with a smile. Heath looked like an elder. In fact, Code was indeed very old. Heath heard from Sister Feng that Code was over a hundred years old.
Then Mr. Code told Heath about the use of this stalactite. If you smear it on stones or rock walls, it can attract rock-type and ground-type Pokémon to approach.
"So... do you have spicy chicken rice?" After explaining the purpose, Code touched his stomach and asked with a smile.
Heath nodded. Although he had never sold spicy chicken rice, it would be okay to make one. He could also check if his cooking skills had improved.
Heath quickly brought out a chicken and asked Duckling onion to use a kitchen knife to cut the chicken into small and medium-sized pieces according to the texture, and then cut the potatoes, while Heath prepared the sauce on the side.
The simplest way to make common spicy chicken is to directly stir-fry chicken cubes with spicy peppers. The advantage of this is that it is simple and convenient to make and can be done quickly, but the taste is a bit picky for customers.
Customers who can't eat spicy food or don't like spicy food very much will not like this kind of spicy chicken. The spicy chicken that Heath plans to make for Code is of a different kind. Although it is also a bit spicy, the taste is stronger.
"It's a pity there is no bean paste." Heath sighed. If there was bean paste, this spicy chicken would be perfect.
"Bean paste? What is that?" Code asked curiously. Hu Di liked new things the most, and he had never heard of bean paste.
"Well... it's a very salty sauce. Spicy chicken will taste better with it." Heath thought about how to explain this problem to a Pokémon, and then answered Code's question.
Code showed an expression of confusion, Heath's expression changed, and then he quickly lowered his head and pretended that he was cooking seriously, which made Mr. Code's open mouth close again.
Heath knew Code too well. This guy would not give up until he got to the bottom of something he didn't know. In order to avoid having to be a popularizer of Chinese cuisine in the Pokémon world, Heath wisely chose to escape.
After a while, Heath brought a bowl of fragrant spicy chicken rice to Alakazam. Looking at Code eating the rice, Heath thought of a question.
Although he now has a dining cart, there is no place for guests to sit down and eat. It seems that he will have to go to the furniture mall to pick out some portable tables and chairs that are easy to carry.
On the other side, Code was holding a spoon, scooping a piece of potato and rice into his mouth. The salty and fragrant taste came out instantly, followed by a spicy taste, which made Code stick out his tongue.
It's okay, that's how Cord felt after eating the potatoes.
Code scooped another piece of chicken and put it into his mouth along with the rice. Then Code widened his eyes in surprise. The chicken tasted so good.
There are some subtle differences between the spicy chicken made by Heath and ordinary spicy chicken. The difference is that the chicken of other spicy chicken is usually fried relatively dry, which makes it easier to add fragrance, but the taste is not very good.
The spicy chicken made by Heath is tender and smooth, and the salty and fragrant taste blooms along with the taste of chicken. Then a wave of spiciness comes up, neutralizing the lack of flavor that small and medium-sized pieces of chicken are prone to.
The rice neutralized the overly salty taste. Code ate very quickly and finished it in a short while.
"Oh... God, what should I do when you, little Heath, embark on your journey?" Mr. Code said with a worried look on his face, and Heath was a little amused and helpless.
However, looking at the bustling and familiar Evergreen City nearby, Heath felt a little reluctant to leave. It is no exaggeration to say that it is hard to leave one's hometown. Although Heath is a time traveler, Evergreen City carries Heath's memories of this world, as well as his friends and family.
"We will meet again." Heath nodded with a smile. He was thinking about whether to go to Pallet Town or Pitch Black City next.
I just don't know what the special ingredients of each city mentioned by the golden finger are. Heath is a little curious. If Evergreen City is the Evergreen Fruit, then what is Pallet Town?
These curiosities and the various unknowns that one will encounter during the journey have dissipated some of the reluctance to leave one's hometown.
"That's true. By the way, Little Heath, when you go to other towns with post offices, just go over and tell the post offices there my name, Code, and they will help deliver the meals for me." Code's eyes lit up and he thought of a solution.
Heath was stunned for a moment. Wow, Mr. Code is really generous in giving away hundreds of Alliance coins each time.
This also made Heath feel a little proud that his cooking was recognized by Mr. Code.
"Mr. Code, you are so generous. If I go to Ziyuan Town or somewhere else, your delivery fee will be too expensive." Heath couldn't help but sigh.
"Look, little Heath still doesn't know that we don't need to pay any delivery fees when teleporting things between Alakazam." Code looked at Heath strangely, then waved his hand and left.
Heath was stunned for a moment. Oh my goodness, so you guys are abusing public power for personal gain?
Heath shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, then took back the dishes that Code had used, and started washing the dishes.
"Onion, onion!" The Farfetch'd poked Heath's kidney with its wings, which startled Heath and he almost dropped the plate on the Farfetch'd's head.
"What are you doing?" Heath looked at the Farfetch'd with a bad look. Didn't he know that men's kidneys couldn't be poked? Although Heath was only seventeen years old, it didn't mean that he didn't need this organ.
"Onion!" The Onion Duck waved the onion in his hand, as if saying something.
Heath curled his lips. He didn't understand Pokémon language, so he could only pick up the sleeping Zoroark.
"Zorua, what is Farfetch'd saying?" Heath asked Zoroa.
"Hmph, stupid trainer, you're asking me such a simple question." Zoroark turned his head away proudly, with an expression of non-violence and non-resistance.
"When I was making the spicy chicken just now, you were craving for it, right? I'll make you one later." Heath had a headache and hoped that the golden finger would give him something to communicate with Pokémon.
"Hmph~ Don't think that I will agree to your request just because you tempt me with beauty... with hot chicken. But since you are my trainer, I will help you with reluctance." Zoroark swung his tail and raised his head proudly.
