Chapter 680: Lalulas's Gift
Heath rubbed his hands. The breakfast buns and soy milk he prepared had all been sold out. As for the spicy soup, there was still a lot left. After all, spicy soup was a brand new food, so relatively few people were willing to try it. Although Heath could see the taste that the guests liked, he had no intention of recommending spicy soup to these guests. In Heath's opinion, it was better to let the guests make their own decisions on buying breakfast. Heath didn't want to interfere with the guests' decisions.
"Zoroyak, go take down the breakfast sign hanging at the door of the restaurant. We are not selling breakfast now." Heath glanced at his steamer. All the buns in it had been sold out. If a customer came in to buy breakfast now, the only thing Heath could offer was spicy soup. There was no other breakfast option.
However, Hu La Tang is a very good choice if it is eaten with other breakfasts. But if you just drink Hu La Tang for breakfast, the taste will be a little worse. Although Heath can also make some adjustments to the Hu La Tang according to the guests ' favorite tastes.
"Okay, Trainer." Zoroark nodded immediately, and then she jogged to the door to take down the sign hanging outside the food truck. When Zoroark went out, she also noticed that it was already a little light in Vermilion City, but even so, the time was only a little after seven in the morning. If it was summer, it would have been daybreak by now, but because it was winter, it was still a little dim.
"Huh... Looking at the darkness outside , I feel like sleeping." Zoroark rubbed his hands, shuddered, and then went back into the dining car.
After the morning rush hour, Heath's food truck became idle. On the one hand, it was because Heath no longer had a sign saying it provided breakfast, so some people who went to work or school or who were out looking for food during this time had no intention of coming to Heath's food truck. On the other hand, many shops in the commercial street where Heath was located were already open, so with so many choices, it was normal that Heath's business was not doing well.
After all, although Heath's food truck occupies a prime location, it is ultimately just a newly opened restaurant with no accumulation. Although Heath thinks that the customers who have eaten in his food truck before should come again, after all, Heath is very confident in his cooking skills.
"Heath..." Just as Heath was yawning and looking at the recipe on his phone, he felt his sleeve being tugged. He looked down and saw Lalulas, who was standing obediently beside Heath. However, because Lalulas was not very tall - even shorter than the average Lalulas, Lalulas could only hook onto Heath's sleeve. Heath quickly picked up the little guy.
"What's wrong, Lalulas?" Heath rubbed Lalulas' head with a smile. Lalulas' head was very nice and soft to touch, but there were some problems. That was that Lalulas' head felt lighter and lighter to Heath, which made Heath feel a little bad.
"Heath, this is for you!" Lalulas smiled happily, and a joyful emotion emanated from Lalulas. Heath also felt Lalulas' emotion, which was a very happy emotion. Heath took the thing from Lalulas' hand with some curiosity, and then Heath found out what Lalulas gave him. It was a pair of gloves, a pair of gloves with poor workmanship, even a little rough, the kind of gloves made of wool.
Heath stared blankly at the gloves in his hand. The workmanship of the gloves looked really bad. It could be said that if they were taken out for sale, Heath didn't even think that the gloves could be sold at a good price. They could not even be sold as a commodity at all. If they were placed in the factory, these gloves would basically be defective products, completely useless, and would be the type that would be discarded as soon as they left the factory.
But at this moment, Heath still felt a hint of warmth while holding the glove in his hand. He certainly knew where the glove came from. After all, Heath had discovered that Laltlas seemed to be doing something behind his back during this period, but Heath had never cared about it before. After all, Heath was not a person who liked to interfere with others, not to mention that this was his own Pokémon. For his Pokémon, Heath also gave them the most respect and privacy. Even if Zoroark often bought some strange things, Heath never said anything.
"Did you beat her?" Heath asked Lalulas in front of him. Lalulas nodded immediately. Her small body looked powerless. Heath didn't know how Lalulas did it. After all, she was originally a little stunted, and she died at a young age, so Lalulas's body was really small.
If the normal Lalulas is about 0.4 meters tall, then Heath felt that the Lalulas in front of him might be less than 0.3 meters tall.
"Thank you very much. The weather is a bit cold these days, and having a pair of woolen gloves is really helpful." Heath rubbed Lalulas's head with a smile. Lalulas narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.
Lalulas rushed back excitedly. Heath always felt that it might be his recognition and gratitude that awakened some strange habits in Lalulas. Would this little guy run to make something for him again? This time it was gloves, so what would it be next time? Scarf or socks?
Heath looked at the gloves in his hand, and then tried to put them on. Then Heath found that the gloves were quite large. It was estimated that Lalulas had made them very seriously, and they were not too small. It was just that this glove...
Heath stretched out his fingers with a helpless look. He could only stretch out four fingers now, and the other one could not be stretched out because Heath's glove only had four fingers, while the left hand had six fingers. If Heath did not change his job to become the Six-Fingered Demon, then it would be impossible for him to use the glove completely.
