Chapter 512: The Woman Who Purchased Minced Meat
[You entertained Dagang, and you received a pill that improves your drinking capacity *1]
[Alcohol Tolerance Pills: After taking it, your alcohol tolerance can be permanently increased. You can take it multiple times to increase it, with no upper limit]
Heath gasped. The man's name was Dagang. What Heath didn't expect was that the other party would actually give him such a prop. Yesterday he gave him very ordinary strength- enhancing candies, but how come today it turned into an increase in drinking capacity? Could it be that his golden finger finally realized that the man in front of him was actually a pervert?
Heath couldn't help but look over there. A lot of beer bottles there had been taken away, but the one hundred bottles of beer Heath had given them before had all been finished. Now they were drinking the second one hundred bottles. Yes, two people, one hundred bottles each. Heath was actually very worried . He was very worried that these people would drink to death at his barbecue stall. Should Heath take responsibility for this? This was not something Heath said casually. After all, this kind of thing had happened before.
Heath had heard Sister Feng tell him before that if he wanted to serve alcohol at his stall in the future, he must let customers drink in moderation. Sister Feng and her colleagues had dealt with reports of such situations before. Some people died suddenly from drinking during meals, and their families insisted that the restaurant pay for it. In the end, the restaurant had to pay hundreds of thousands of Alliance coins.
The two people in front of him were even more terrifying. They were able to drink so much beer and didn't even seem to have any intention of stopping. This made Heath very curious about the structure of their stomachs to be able to drink so much beer. You know, beer can make your stomach bloated. Most people would want to go to the toilet after drinking a few bottles, but these people...
Heath didn't know . He could only say that maybe when Arceus created humans, he accidentally dropped some extra drinking genes into them, and then they were all inherited by these two people.
"Trainer, I'm almost dying of exhaustion. Will there be overtime pay today?" Zoroark looked at Heath with a tired face, and his little eyes flickered with desire for money. Heath nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. These days are indeed very tiring. After all, barbecue can be added, so guests generally order a portion of barbecue. Zoroark and Charmeleon are both very tired.
The one who had the easiest job was Snorlax. He only had to chill all the beers. Farfetch'd was still cutting ingredients. Because there were too many customers, Heath had temporarily increased his food reserves. This made Farfetch'd feel that his work pressure had skyrocketed.
"More pay for the next few days." Heath let out a long sigh as he looked at the lively barbecue stall. Without the help of Pokémon, Heath himself didn't know what to do. Fortunately, he had Pokémon, otherwise Heath would have been so busy today that he probably wouldn't have been able to entertain all these customers.
Just as Heath was entertaining the guests, he was suddenly pulled by Farfetch'd. Heath turned around in confusion, and then saw an old woman in simple clothes standing carefully next to Farfetch'd where the Farfetch'd was cutting ingredients, holding a bag in her hand.
"What's wrong?" Heath was a little confused. What was this doing?
"Onion, green onion!" The Farfetch'd duck called twice. Heath scratched his head and then heard Zoroark's translation.
"Cong Cong said that this human has been standing here for a long time, and it doesn't know what the other party wants to do... OK, sir, here are your skewers of meat, please enjoy~" Heath nodded. If he wanted to communicate with a human, he would indeed need to go over there himself, so Heath could only temporarily put down the work at hand and walk over.
Looking at the other person's appearance, Heath thought that the other person might be here to beg. Although this is the world of Pokémon, some people here are still living on the poverty line, so it is not strange to see some beggars.
"Hello, may I ask if I can buy these minced meats you have?" But before Heath could chase the man away, the other party spoke cautiously, pointing to the minced meat near the chopping board.
Heath was stunned for a moment, then looked at the chopping board there. The Onion Duck cut the meat very quickly, but sometimes some minced meat would be cut out. Heath usually cooked these minced meat casually and then made them into minced meat to feed the stray Pokémon.
"You want to buy it?" Heath was a little confused. In his opinion, these scraps would not even be able to be processed into meat patties. After all , they were too fragmented. If they were to be processed into meat patties, they would have to add some powder.
"Ah... My son's birthday is tomorrow and he wants to eat meat... So..." The woman said embarrassedly. Heath looked at her blankly. Judging from her appearance, she was a woman in her forties or fifties, but listening to her voice, she seemed to be only thirty years old .
"...Okay, but I didn't intend to take these minced meat anyway. If you want them, just scrape them away." Heath was silent for a second, then nodded. He didn't intend to sell this little bit of meat. After all, he didn't know how to price it. How should this scrap be priced? And judging from the appearance of these minced meat, it was estimated that they could only make a small meat pie.
"Well, I won't take it for free. How much is it?" The woman bit her lip and asked carefully. Heath touched his nose.
"This minced meat is not valuable. If you insist on buying it... fifty cents." Heath said a number. The woman bent down to thank Heath, then took out a worn one-dollar Alliance coin, happily scraped the minced meat into her bag, and left quickly.
Heath silently watched the other person's back as he left and sighed. He had never thought that the food he fed to stray Pokémon would one day become a child's birthday present. It was just like a mother buying minced meat for dog feeding and then feeding it to her own child.
"Huh..." Heath took a deep breath, then shook his head, and then told Farfetch'd to deliberately cut more meat when he saw the woman coming. It can be seen that the woman is very strong-willed. Even if her life is very difficult, she will not easily accept charity from others, but choose to buy it.
"Trainer! The guests have been waiting for the barbecue for a long time!" Zoroark's voice was anxious. Heath wiped his hands and walked quickly back to his barbecue stall.
No matter what, life must go on. Heath sincerely hopes that the child whose birthday wish is to eat meat can have a happy birthday.
