Gourmet master of the Pokemon world

After entering the Royal City, An Jie took out the food truck he had just bought from the system backpack and drove it to the park he had scouted yesterday.

An Jie still knew how to drive, although he was a bit rusty from not driving for a long time, he only drove from outside the park to inside the park, which wasn't a long distance.

Speaking of which, he had no identity and no driver's license, he was just an illegal resident. Fortunately, he had a system backpack that could store anything, otherwise, he would be caught in minutes if he drove on the street.

Sure enough, just like he had inquired yesterday, a large crowd gathered in this park early in the morning, including young people jogging and exercising, old men and women doing square dancing, and vendors selling things…

After parking the car, An Jie looked at the energetic old men and women dancing not far away and sighed in his heart: Even in the Pokémon world, you can't avoid encountering old men and women doing square dancing.

The key is that these old men and women each brought a Pokémon to dance with them, and the most common ones were various fashionable Furfrou.

After opening the car, An Jie started working.

The food truck that An Jie bought was specially made, with a very spacious interior, equivalent to a kitchen. One side of the car could be opened, similar to the sales window of a general store, where customers could pick up their meals.

“Komala, stay put. When the customers pay, you can help me collect the money.” As he spoke, An Jie put Komala on the nearby counter, where there was a storage box specifically for holding money.

Komala hugged its tree stump and swayed back and forth, without responding to An Jie. An Jie was used to it, so he didn't care whether it understood or not and busied himself.

An Jie said yesterday that he was going to set up a stall to sell steamed buns, but in fact, he was going to sell more than just steamed buns today, he also had baozi.

An Jie's golden finger was also known as the Pokémon Feeding System, which meant that he would get Happiness Points for feeding Pokémon, but not for "feeding" humans.

In short, An Jie could only choose one between Alliance Coins and Happiness Points.

In that case, the food he sold didn't have to be limited to steamed buns like at home. Compared to steamed buns, baozi were more competitive.

Of course, An Jie's steamed buns were made with special techniques based on the recipes provided by the system, and the taste was different from ordinary steamed buns.

While kneading the dough, An Jie thought to himself, if it weren't for earning money to buy ingredients, he really wouldn't bother to set up a stall here. It's so tiring. How many good days have passed?

As the sun fully rose, An Jie's steamed buns and baozi were also put into the steamer.

An Jie prepared three kinds of baozi today: cabbage filling, chives filling, and radish filling. The cabbage, chives, and radishes in the fillings were all grown in his own vegetable garden and were very fresh.

After steaming the baozi and steamed buns, An Jie walked out of the food truck and placed two tables and a few benches outside to prevent people who wanted to eat breakfast from stopping to sit for a while.

An Jie also put his own pickled radish cubes and spicy chives on each table as a free side dish.

The recipes for pickled radish cubes and spicy chives were all learned by An Jie from his grandfather in his previous life. When he was a child, he liked the side dishes pickled by his grandfather the most, but he didn't have his grandfather's skill. Although he learned it, the taste was always a little off.

As time went by, the domineering aroma of the baozi began to spread around with the steam, and even An Jie himself was attracted by the smell.

My skills are improving! An Jie couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

Komala, who was swaying with its eyes closed, twitched its nose. It hadn't had breakfast either, and it couldn't help but be attracted by the aroma at this time.

What's that smell?

Passersby, young people exercising, old men and women doing square dancing, vendors… all couldn't help but start looking for the source of the aroma.

Finally, they noticed An Jie here.

An old man holding a fluffy Growlithe walked over and asked, “Young man, what are you selling here? Why does it smell so good?”

An Jie replied with a smile, “Grandpa, it's baozi and steamed buns. Would you like to try some?”

“Baozi? Steamed buns?” The old man looked puzzled, “What are those?”

The eating habits of the people of Kalos are closer to those of the West in An Jie's previous life, especially in the Kingdom of Azoth. The old man had never heard of baozi and steamed buns.

“Grandpa, you'll know once you try it. I definitely won't let you down,” An Jie confidently promoted his skills.

“Okay, then I'll try it,” The old man was also a straightforward person.

“Okay! Do you want baozi or steamed buns? How many do you want?” An Jie asked.

“Let me try one baozi and one steamed bun first. If they're delicious, I'll buy more,” the old man said.

“Grandpa, there are three flavors of baozi: cabbage, chives, and radish. Which one do you want?” An Jie asked again.

The old man didn't know which flavor was good, so he casually said one, “Then… cabbage, I guess.”

“Okay!”

An Jie responded and quickly ran into the food truck. After opening the steamer, he took out a steamed bun and a baozi, and wrapped them in two fresh leaves respectively.

These leaves were a unique kind of leaf from the Nibel Plateau. They were edible and had a faint fragrance. Whenever food was scarce on the Nibel Plateau, these leaves would become a lifesaver for Pokémon.

For this reason, An Jie chose to use them to wrap the baozi.

Of course, the main reason was that An Jie didn't have any other materials to wrap the baozi. Although the system store sold them, he didn't have many Happiness Points left.

However, the old man misunderstood. He thought that this was An Jie's ingenuity.

The moment the steamer was opened, the aroma of the baozi became even more domineering, and it couldn't wait to drill into people's nostrils.

“Good heavens! This is too fragrant,” The old man swallowed and couldn't help but exclaim.

“Here you go, Grandpa!” An Jie handed the baozi and steamed bun to the old man.

The old man took the baozi and steamed bun, glanced at the leaves wrapping them, “These are Lum Berries leaves, right? You kid is quite innovative. These leaves are only available on the Nibel Plateau. It must have taken a lot of effort to get them, right?”

The old man was knowledgeable and recognized the origin of the leaves at once.

“Hehe~~” An Jie smiled and gave the old man a thumbs up, “Grandpa has a good eye.”

“Hahaha~ That's right!” The old man was happy to be praised by An Jie and couldn't help but brag, “I used to travel all over the country when I was young.”

As he spoke, the old man pinched the baozi and steamed bun in his hand, feeling as soft and springy as pinching cotton. They looked very appetizing.

"Sir, please try it while it's hot. If you like it, please support me more," Anjie said.

"Okay." Saying that, the old man took a bite of the bun. In an instant, the soft bun skin, combined with the crisp cabbage filling, and the hot juice that exploded in his mouth, all rushed into the old man's mouth. The rich aroma entered from his mouth and spewed out from his nose. At that moment, the old man felt as if he had entered another dimension.

What kind of delicacy is this?

"Good! Delicious! Too delicious!"

The old man suddenly shouted, startling the customers who had also been attracted by the aroma.

It was autumn, and the weather was getting cooler. Eating such a hot bun early in the morning was simply indescribable!

Is it really that delicious? Isn't it a bit too exaggerated? The other customers who hadn't had a chance to eat couldn't help but think.

However, smelling the aroma permeating the air, they couldn't help but feel their hearts swaying.

"Young man, give me another 10 of each, 10 of each flavor of buns," the old man said loudly. As he spoke, he didn't forget to send half of the bun he had eaten to Growlithe's mouth.

Σ \u003e ― ( 〃 ° ω ° 〃 ) → Almost instantly, Growlithe was fascinated by the taste of the bun.

But when it ate another bite of the steamed bun, it found that it still preferred the steamed bun.

In fact, Anjie had already discovered that even if the food he made according to his own recipes was delicious, it was far less attractive to Pokémon than the steamed buns made from the recipes provided by the system.

Obviously, the recipes provided by the system were very particular about the method, and it was no wonder it was also known as the Pokémon Feeding System.

When paying the bill, the old man asked, "How much is it in total?"

Anjie replied, "Sir, it's 330 Alliance coins, 10 Alliance coins for a steamed bun and 20 Alliance coins for a bun."

As soon as the old man heard this, he said, "Good heavens, you're not cheap, but… it's worth it!" Saying that, he paid the money readily.

In fact, based on the cost of buns and steamed buns, selling them for 10 and 20 Alliance coins was indeed expensive, but who made them so delicious?

Besides, everyone had never seen this kind of food before, so no one felt that the pricing was unreasonable. Even if they thought the price was high, they just turned around and left silently, without saying much.

"Give me one of those… cabbage buns."

"Give me two steamed buns."

"I want a radish-flavored bun."

…

Following the old man, other customers came forward, all wanting to buy one or two to try with their Pokémon.

But after only buying one or two and eating them, they began to regret buying too few. When they wanted to buy more, they found that they couldn't squeeze in anymore.

"Everyone, don't crowd, line up, please line up!" Anjie shouted loudly, and it took a long time to finally maintain order.

"Attention, attention! There are free side dishes on the table, which taste even better with steamed buns," Anjie reminded loudly.

"Cash only, no online payment accepted," Anjie reminded as he handed the buns and steamed buns to the customers.

Some of the people behind him who didn't bring cash could only leave regretfully after hearing this.

Anjie couldn't help it, who told him he didn't have an account?

Komala was busy collecting money, looking a little flustered. Although it had its eyes closed, its perception was very keen. During this time, one or two customers tried to sneak away without paying, and it promptly reminded Anjie.

Anjie didn't scold anyone, but the people who tried to skip out on the bill were so ashamed that they dropped the money and ran away.

Although Anjie was confident in his food, he didn't expect the business to be so booming. He was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and he wished he could grow two more hands.

Mevis was jogging in the morning. As she ran, she suddenly smelled a faint aroma. Originally, she didn't want to pay attention to it, because she was on a diet recently, but the aroma became stronger and stronger, and she was tempted to swallow her saliva.

Finally, when she ran to a corner of the park, she saw a long queue.

"Excuse me, what are they selling there? Why are there so many people?"

The old man had just finished eating buns and steamed buns with Growlithe and was planning to take a walk to digest. As he got older, eating too much without exercising would easily lead to indigestion. He was still carrying half of the remaining buns in his hand, planning to take them back to his wife while they were still hot.

At this time, a girl stopped him.

"Oh~ they are selling buns and steamed buns, they are so fragrant and delicious!" The old man replied with a look of reminiscence.

As he spoke, he shook the bun in his hand in front of the girl. Immediately, a rich aroma came to her nose, and the girl swallowed hard.

Buns? Steamed buns? What are those? Mevis felt that her legs were a little out of control. When she came back to her senses, she already had two white and plump buns in her hand.

Where am I? What did I do? Mevis thought like this while taking a hard bite of the bun.

Forget it, let's talk about dieting in a few days. I'll buy two more tomorrow! After eating the bun, Mevis thought with unfinished intention.

If I eat too much, I'll run two more laps.

Not far from Anjie's stall, there was also a stall. The owner was a middle-aged uncle who sold crepes. Also selling food, he showed a strong envy on his face when he saw Anjie's business was so booming.

"Stufful, do you think that thing called buns and steamed buns is really that delicious?" the uncle asked his partner.

"Stu? ? ?"

Stufful was stunned by the question and quickly withdrew its eager gaze, and quickly wiped the suspicious crystal from the corner of its mouth.

"Hey hey hey!!" the uncle screamed, "Were you just drooling at someone else's stall?"

"Stu~ Stu~~"

Stufful denied it outright. What are you talking about, I didn't, don't falsely accuse me.

"Still saying you didn't! I saw it all!" The uncle looked heartbroken, "You've never drooled over the crepes I made!"

"Stu~ Stu~~"

Stufful rolled its eyes. Don't you know what your level is? Look at the customers over there, and then look at here. Isn't the comparison obvious?

It also secretly sniffed the air, it's so fragrant, I really want to eat it.

The uncle felt hurt by Stufful's eyes. He walked towards Anjie's stall while muttering, "I'm going to see today, how delicious it is, I don't believe it!"

"Stu~ Stu~~" Don't forget to bring me a portion!

Stufful shouted at the uncle's back.

Soon the uncle came back with a portion of buns and a portion of steamed buns, but after eating, he squatted in the corner and sulked.

"It's actually really that delicious… It's actually really that delicious…" He muttered while drawing circles on the ground with a wooden stick.

Stufful finished eating the last bite of the steamed bun and walked over to pat the uncle on the back.

"Stu~~ Stu~~" Hurry up and get to work. Your skills are not as good as others, and you're not diligent. You deserve not having as good business as others.

Uncle: . . .