Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 385 Dinner at Miss Zhulan's House (5k)

For the rest of the time, Fang Yan stayed at the research institute to help Professor Mustard research the legendary Pokémon of the Sinnoh region, including the Time Gods, the Reversal Master, the God of the Tile Dragging, the God of the Sea, the Forest God, and the Nightmare God of Ashford.

After having the last bit of knowledge about these Pokémon squeezed from his mind, Professor Iris kicked Fang Yan out of the research institute.

Along with the dialect, Sinnoh Champion Cynthia, nicknamed "Cabbage Sister," also appeared.

Shinwa Town, a small town that preserves the history and ancient way of life of the Sinnoh region, is so small that its population is very small.

However, within this small town, there are museums and relics of gods from the Sinnoh region, and two extremely powerful trainers have also emerged.

One is Sinnoh Champion Cynthia, and the other is Kalos Region Dragon-type Elite Four member Draconis, the old lady who battles using Mega Altaria and Dracovish.

However, according to Cynthia, the two of them were not familiar with each other.

It makes sense, considering the age difference and the distance in bloodline.

However, it cannot be denied that the two trainers born from this small town in the Sinnoh region are not to be underestimated.

The sunset in God Town was beautiful, casting long shadows of Fang Yan, Cynthia, Garchomp, Gengar, and Ninetales, stretching from one end of the street to the other.

Cynthia wandered around God and Town in her local dialect. She could name every alley, and even knew exactly where a delicious restaurant used to be, and when it closed down.

According to Hirona, what she remembers most is the ice cream shop near the research institute, but later her whole family moved to the Padiya region.

"I really miss it; their ice cream was delicious."

With a look of reminiscence on her face, Cynthia began to speak.

"Then—how about I make you something after dinner?"

Fang Yan noticed that Cynthia seemed to miss ice cream and asked her a question.

"If you want to eat it, just make it. It's not like I don't know how. Even though Soapcake isn't here, don't forget, I taught Soapcake her dessert-making skills."

The dialect speaker puffed out his chest, boasting and self-praising.

Cynthia turned to look at Fang Yan, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What if Grandma doesn't allow it?"

"If they won't let us—then shall we sneak in?"

"secretly?"

"If all else fails, make one for Grandma too, and try to win her over."

"Grandma is very old."

Cynthia looked at Fang Yan helplessly and spoke.

Who would give ice cream to an elderly person in early spring?

"What should we do then? Let me think—"

Fang Yan scratched his head and began to think.

"I've got it! We can make a dessert for Grandma: the Queen Bee's Sweet Honey, the Big Milk Tank's Moo Moo Fresh Milk, and the Riding Goat's Fresh Goat Milk. They're all good for her health. I'm talking about the Nursery House's."

"Many elderly people in Futaba Town love the sweets from our animal nursery. They're good for their health, but more importantly, they taste great."

Shirona knew that Fang Yan was very skilled at cooking, and she also thought this method was excellent.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Manager Fangyan."

Cynthia clasped her hands together and smiled at Fang Yan.

Her slender fingers looked especially alluring in the setting sun.

"No problem, leave it to me."

The dialect made it sound like a minor issue.

Arriving at the backyard of the research institute, Fang Yan looked at this miniature version of the backyard with some curiosity, "Where's Grandma? I didn't see her earlier."

"She must have gone to the museum, right? We can go home after she's done, and then you can show off your cooking skills."

After Cynthia finished speaking, Dr. Mustard came in. She looked at her granddaughter and said, "Let's go home and have dinner."

They clearly disregarded the local dialect.

Fang Yan stood to the side, meek and submissive.

"grandmother."

Cynthia hugged Dr. Mustard's arm and exclaimed, "After all, he's a guest."

"You silly girl, I didn't say he couldn't come over for dinner. What? Do you think your grandma is the kind of unreasonable person?"

Dr. Mustard said to Cynthia, who was clinging to his arm, with a hint of annoyance.

"No, Grandma is the best!"

Cynthia smiled brightly.

Dr. Mustard turned and left with Cynthia.

Fang Yan stood there, staring wide-eyed at Gengar. Cynthia turned around, her lips slightly moving.

Fang Yan followed with a grin.

Follow Dr. Mustard and Cynthia back to their home, a small manor, not even as big as the breeding house, but once you step inside, the interior is very cozy.

On the wall next to it hangs a picture of a little girl with blonde hair, holding a Pokémon egg in her arms.

Cynthia?

Fang Yan pursed her lips. So, Sister Bai Cai was this cute even as a child? Damn it!

Dr. Jiezilan placed a cup of hot white wine next to Fang Yan and said irritably, "What do you want to eat? Let me tell you, I only know how to cook some ordinary home-style dishes."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan quickly waved his hand, "No need, no need for you to do it, I can do it."

Dr. Mustard looked at Fang Yan suspiciously, "You can cook?"

Fang Yan laughed upon hearing this, "First place."

Seeing that Professor Ivy didn't believe him, Fang Yan released Miss Gothic and the others. "As you know, I run a breeding center. They need to eat too, and there are also Pokémon being fostered there. I usually cook these meals for them."

Fang Yan dared not look into Miss Goth's eyes.

Since the arrival of Miss Gothic, Monini, Alcremie, and the Meowth siblings, Fang Yan has stopped cooking for himself except on special occasions.

After all, the breeding house has so many people, it's too tiring.

"Miss Gothic will help me too, don't worry."

Dr. Mustard, upon hearing the dialect, looked at Miss Gothic, who gave him a gentle and polite smile.

"Miss Gothic's training isn't bad, so I'll trust you this once."

Miss Skirt's fragrance is undeniable; only a truly exceptional breeder could cultivate such a beautiful Miss Skirt.

"What ingredients do you need? Let me see if I have any at home—"

"No need, we have that."

Dr. Mustard looked at Fang Yan curiously; he wasn't carrying anything in his hands.

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow at Gengar, who then pulled out a large pile of ingredients.

Dr. Mustard's brow twitched.

Who prepares ingredients specifically for going out?

"With so many ingredients, the kitchen might not be able to hold them all."

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"We can eat in the backyard."

Cynthia suggested from the side.

"backyard?"

Dr. Mustard looked back at Cynthia, and Cynthia nodded.

"We can set up a temporary cooking area in the backyard, and then eat right there in the backyard."

"Will it be enough time? Will it be a lot of trouble?"

Upon hearing her grandmother's question, Cynthia looked at Fang Yan and gave him a meaningful look, signaling him to get started.

"Don't worry, Grandma, it'll be over in a bit."

Fang Yan waved his hand, "Everyone, let's get to work."

"Kou Jie"

"Cough!"

"Laji~"

"Goethe".

"call out."

"I can't hear you."

Fang Yan tapped the air beside him on the head, and the painful voice of Latias echoed in his mind.

Fangyan led Gengar and the others to the backyard. Gengar was using a hose to wash the vegetables and meat in Miss Skirt's hands, Ninetales was helping Miss Goth to build a stove, Dali was chopping wood, and Fangyan was slacking off.

"Kou Jie?"

what are you doing?

Fang Yan, holding a cucumber, took a bite after hearing Gengar's words. "Guiding work, huh? What's wrong?"

Gengar: ————

You're slacking off again!

"Giving instructions all the time, constantly giving instructions!"

Seeing that Fang Yan and Gengar were about to start arguing again, Miss Gothic scolded them.

"Gothic!"

Work hard and eat cucumbers!

Miss Gothic came up with a compromise: Gengar took half a cucumber and went back to work, while Fangyan took the remaining half and continued to gnaw on it.

After seeing that Miss Skirt had washed the ingredients, he began to prepare for cooking, including seasoning and marinating.

"Cough."

The firewood is chopped.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Dali. Have a cucumber to tide you over first."

"Cough."

No, I want to eat something delicious.

"Hold on."

"Goethe".

The stove is ready.

Fang Yan glanced at it and found it was a miniature version of the stove in the backyard of the breeding house. Fang Yan was very satisfied and turned around to call out.

"Hey, pot."

"Kou Jie~"

The pot is here!

Gengar placed the pot on the stove, sealing it perfectly.

"Quite expensive~"

He blurted out an English sentence in his dialect.

Gengar and Gothic also immediately put on chef's hats and assisted Fang Yan in cooking today.

First, pour the oil into the pot, then shout, "Gengar, light it!"

Gengar, who was beating eggs, freed its right hand and flicked its finger, sending the will-o'-the-wisp flying onto the firewood, where it burst into flames.

First came the fragrant fish soup and fish slices, a two-way fish dish, followed by tofu miso soup, then soup dumplings, and finally pan-fried lamb chops.

For the final main dish, the local dialect also added a lot of noodles.

There was no other way; Mighty and Gengar were there.

After the meal is prepared, it's time for dessert.

Fang Yan turned to look at Miss Goth, who nodded to him, holding whipped cream in her hand. Miss Skirt also brought out the tree fruit.

Gengar took out the oven, and Fang Yan looked at it.

"broken----"

Fang Yan slapped his forehead, realizing he'd forgotten to take the X-Rayet cat out with him, and now there was no electricity.

The dialect focused its attention on Latias.

"Why are you looking at me like that? All I know is 100,000 volts and thunder. You believe I can blow this oven to smithereens?"

"Useless little red airplane."

"I chatter away in my dialect."

At that moment, a small light bulb appeared on Gengar's head, it stretched out a finger, laughed and shouted, and then left.

Not long after, it was seen floating back carrying a Patchlet.

"口桀"

The power's back on!

Pachirisu was held in Gengar's arms, looking completely bewildered.

"Why did you carry her over here?"

"口桀"

I told it that if I gave it something delicious, it would do us a favor, and it agreed.

Is that even possible? Gengar, you're something else.

After speaking with Patchlitz, Fang Yan began preparing dessert.

The cream is made from MooMoo fresh milk, the fruit is from the nursery, and the vegetables are also from the nursery.

Professor Mustard and Cynthia stood at a distance, watching Fangyan busy with Gengar and the others.

"I didn't expect him to actually know how to cook. I thought Miss Gothic was the one who did it."

Hilona smiled knowingly, "His cooking skills are excellent. Miss Gothic and the others all learned their cooking skills from him."

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"So you're taking his side?"

Cynthia blushed.

"You've grown up. Grandma knew this day would come eventually, but she's just reluctant to part with you."

Dr. Mustard sighed and said.

"Don't worry, Grandma, I haven't agreed yet."

"Um?"

"When he defeats me fair and square, head-on."

Dr. Mustard was somewhat surprised. "He agreed?"

"Um.

""

Is this guy for real? Is he really that strong?

How can you defeat your own granddaughter, the Sinnoh champion, Cynthia, head-on?

You should know that since his granddaughter became the Sinnoh champion, she has never lost a single official competition.

The reason he lost to Leon, the champion of the Chaldea region, was because he was not used to Dynamaxing in the Galar region.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yan actually agreed to defeat Cynthia head-on?

Dr. Mustard suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Fangyan.

Pah! Me, feel sorry for him? I'd be being lenient by not beating him to death!

Dr. Mustard looked at the man cooking, and I glanced at my granddaughter whom I had raised with great care for over twenty years.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

When we eat later, I'll nitpick and vent my frustrations!

The dialect voice drew Dr. Mustard's attention back.

"Everyone, dinner is ready."

Cynthia brought Dr. Mustard and sat down at the dining table, where Fang Yan and Miss Goth brought out the food.

Fang Yan served Dr. Mustard and Cynthia a bowl of fish soup, saying, "Try it."

Dr. Mustard picked up a spoon, brought the fish soup to his lips, blew on it twice, and then drank it.

Originally intending to find fault with the local dialect food, the moment the fish soup touched her lips, she felt as if she were in the vast and beautiful ocean of the Sinnoh region, surrounded by beautiful glowfish and Milotic, and she herself seemed to transform into a stubborn fish—

Dr. Mustard Orchid snapped out of her daze and realized that Fang Yan and Cynthia were watching her reaction closely.

"Is the taste to your liking?"

Fang Yan cautiously began to ask.

Dr. Mustard Blue originally intended to nitpick, but the words that came out were "It's alright, not bad."

Cynthia and Fang Yan exchanged a smile.

Successful.

Seeing that no one had touched their chopsticks, Dr. Mustard said, "Eat up! Anyone who didn't know better would think I'm stingy and not letting you eat."

After hearing Professor Ivy's words, Gengar and the others started eating.

His face was full of happiness.

Meanwhile, Dr. Mustard and Cynthia were engrossed in their meal.

After finishing their meal and resting for a while, Miss Gothic, at the prompting of the dialect, brought out the prepared dessert.

"Next up is dessert."

Fang Yan took the cake, placed it in front of Cynthia and Dr. Mustard, and said with a smile.

"?" Dr. Mustard frowned. "Eating so much cream so late at night? That's not healthy at all."

"Don't worry, Grandma. This cream is made from fresh milk and sweeteners from our nursery. It won't harm your health; on the contrary, it's good for you."

The desserts made from MooMoo fresh milk from the nursery and the sweet honey brewed by the legendary queen bee are in high demand at the nursery. They are very beneficial to the body and remain so even when they are made into desserts.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Yan recounted some things about his breeding house, including herbal tea and traditional Chinese medicine, which greatly shocked Dr. Jie Zilan.

"There are such amazing foods?"

Fang Yan nodded, "Of course, I make them according to the most suitable proportions, because some elderly grandparents are not suitable for eating too much oily food, so I will choose different proportions and different qualities of sweeteners according to their different needs, because it will be more conducive to their absorption."

After hearing what Fang Yan had done for the elderly people of Shuangye Town, Dr. Jie Zilan truly nodded in approval of Fang Yan.

This kid doesn't seem so bad.

"Then let's give it a try."

After Cynthia cut a piece for herself and her grandmother, she handed the knife to Fang Yan, who cut a piece for himself and left the rest to Gengar and the others to finish.

After eating, I felt much better, and Dr. Mustard was all smiles, which was a rare sight for him.

"Kid."

Dr. Mustard called out to Fang Yan, who was sitting and digesting her food. Miss Goth and the others went to wash the kitchen utensils.

"What's wrong, Grandma?"

Do you have any extra Moo Moo fresh milk or fresh goat milk? I'd like to buy some to keep on hand.

"Grandma likes to drink Moo Moo fresh milk."

Cynthia whispered in Fang Yan's ear.

"No problem, tomorrow morning, after we finish squeezing in the crowd, I'll have Latias deliver it to you as soon as I've taken care of it."

Fang Yan originally didn't intend to accept money, but Dr. Mustard said that if Fang Yan didn't accept money, she wouldn't take it. Helpless, Fang Yan turned to Cynthia for help, but Cynthia shrugged, indicating that she couldn't help it either. Fang Yan had no choice but to agree to accept the money.

"Aren't you staying here overnight?"

Dr. Mustard suddenly asked.

Fang Yan looked at Cynthia and noticed that her ears had turned red, which looked strangely cute.

"No, I just came to see Grandma and have a meal with her. There are still many things I need to go back to the breeding house to take care of. Besides, I haven't defeated Cynthia yet, which is against the rules."

Fang Yan shook his head and declined with a smile.

"Whatever you want, there are empty rooms here anyway."

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Dr. Mustard said dismissively.

This old lady is quite amusing; she says one thing but means another.

"Thank you, Grandma. I'll definitely do it next time. Next time I'll bring you some of our nursery's special herbal tea. If you don't mind the bitterness, you can try it; it's very effective."

"Herbal tea? I've never tried that before. Okay, it's a deal then."

Fang Yan sat in the backyard chatting with Cynthia and Professor Mustard for a while. After Miss Gothia and Miss Skirt finished washing the dishes, he put Miss Gothia and the others back into their Poké Balls, stood up, and looked at Cynthia and Professor Mustard.

"Then I'll be going now, Grandma. Please take care of yourself. I'll come to see you again when I have time."

"Get lost."

The dialect sounds pitiful.

Cynthia walked with Fang Yan for a while, then stopped in the moonlight, looked at Fang Yan, and before Fang Yan could react, her cherry lips touched Fang Yan's face, and they parted just as quickly.

By the time Fang Yan realized what was happening, Cynthia had already vanished without a trace.

dialect:!!!

Dialect: I should have come to meet the parents sooner!

Dialect: Damn it! Otherwise, the kids would be old enough to run errands by now!

dialect:!!!

Dialect: Even if Arceus were standing right in front of me, I could still destroy him. I'm telling you, I can't hold back Arceus!

Dialect: Go home!

Fangyan rode Latias and soared into the sky.

Watching the figure streak across the sky, Dr. Mustard Seed withdrew his gaze and casually remarked, "That kid isn't bad."

Cynthia's face was flushed, and her eyes were brimming with laughter.

"Speaking of Zhulan, what are you eating? You already ate a little, why are you eating more?"

"Dessert, please."

"It's not ice cream, is it?"

"How could that be? It's just a special dessert."

,"real?"

"Hmm, why would I lie to you, Grandma?"

"That kid, I thought he was a nice guy, but all he gave me was ordinary dessert. Humph!"

Cynthia stuck out her tongue.

Sorry, the dialect got you blamed.

"Achiu————"

Sitting on Latias's back, Fang Yan rubbed his nose. "Am I catching a cold?!"