Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Ever since leaving Nibi City, this thing has never seen the light of day again.

Her fingers traced the kitchen utensils, and a long-lost light shone in her eyes.

Where is the kitchen?

"Come with me."

Ah Xing led Xiao Xia to a room not far away.

Ah Ju followed.

"Teacher Gang..."

Xiao Zhi looked at Xiao Gang.

Xiao Gang nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll make lunch."

After thinking for a moment, he added.

"We don't need that kitchen anymore."

Ash and Pikachu nodded.

See it.

Teacher Gang is really reliable!

……

We arrived at the kitchen.

Xiaoxia glanced around and immediately frowned.

"These ingredients don't seem very fresh!"

She rummaged through her things and curled her lip in disgust.

"Wait for me a moment, I see lots of fresh fruit on the trees outside!"

After saying that, before anyone could react, she had already rushed out like a gust of wind.

A-Ju stood there with her hands behind her back, watching the carefree figure leave, and a slight twitch appeared on her lips.

"This young man is quite energetic."

However, when it comes to brewing poisons, vitality alone is not enough.

In his youth, he spent a considerable amount of time trying to concoct an antidote.

Heat, timing, proportions...

Which of these skills can not be mastered through countless trials and tribulations?

A little girl.

What level of heat is needed?

Xiao Zhi then picked up the conversation.

"Xiaoxia is quite an authority in this area, and she has a good reputation in Hualan City."

Brock and Pikachu, who had both suffered greatly, nodded in agreement.

"The same goes for Nibi City."

"Pikachu".

"Cerulean City..."

A-Ju automatically filtered out the word "authority" from the first half of Xiao-Zhi's words, and A-Ju's gaze suddenly drifted away.

“I did go there when I was younger.”

Ah Xing was squatting on the ground playing with Pikachu when she heard this and looked up.

"Huh? Dad actually went to Cerulean City?"

"of course."

Ah Ju stood with her hands behind her back, her tone carrying a hint of reminiscence and a touch of melancholy.

"As a Poison-type Trainer, aside from anything else, the most training is definitely required to graduate."

Is that so?

Ah Xing clenched her fist, her eyes filled with admiration.

She's so weak; it seems she hasn't had enough experience!

Ah Ju basked in her daughter's gaze and nodded in satisfaction.

He wasn't lying; he did indeed have a lot of experience in his youth.

After all, people's martial spirit wasn't as high back then as it is now.

Poison-type trainers are notorious for their dirty tactics and underhanded methods.

During or even before a battle, you need to apply status effects to both the opponent and their Pokémon—poison, sleep, paralysis.

Before his opponent could even touch him, he was already down after a combo.

If you win, you'll be called "despicable".

If you lose, you'll be criticized for being "amateurish and cunning."

He's basically the type who's easily recognized on the street and then beaten up with a sack over his head.

If it weren't for his mastery of disguise, coupled with his formidable strength and excellent reconnaissance abilities...

They might have already been beaten so badly they couldn't take care of themselves.

"Once I was being chased... cough, they chased me for three whole days, stopping briefly in Cerulean City along the way."

Ah Ju recalled the scene at that time.

"Speaking of which... I met a little boy over there."

"She is quite pretty."

“That child is particularly interested in the subject of poisons. I taught him some basic things, and he understood them immediately. When it comes to more advanced things, he can apply what he has learned to other situations.”

"I just don't know why they always treated brewing poison as cooking. I guess they were too young at the time."

"I even thought at the time that it would be nice to take him as my apprentice."

Ah Xing listened intently.

"and after?"

"And then?" A-Ju sighed softly. "Later, it was said that his three older sisters disagreed, and in the end, nothing came of it."

He remembered telling the kid not to forget to show off his skills to his family, saying that he was the one who taught him.

But it still didn't work out. I heard that his three older sisters were extremely upset and almost ripped the roof off.

Despite this, he didn't keep anything to himself.

He taught the child everything he had kept hidden away before continuing his escape.

Upon hearing this story, Xiao Gang was stunned, and Xiao Zhi was also stunned.

The two exchanged a glance.

Wait a moment.

Hualan City, three older sisters, cooking...

This plot sounds familiar...

Xiao Gang opened his mouth, about to ask something, when Xiao Xia ran back with freshly picked fruit.

"I'm back!"

She put the vegetables on the cutting board, grabbed a knife, and started working.

Ah Ju glanced at it and shook her head slightly.

That's it?

Putting aside the issue of ingredient selection, it's just a matter of slicing it up casually without adding anything.

What kind of spiritual things can you make?

Ah Ju had only glanced at it casually at first.

But soon.

His eyes changed.

Why does that blond guy's cooking posture look so familiar?

The force, the rhythm, the crisp and clean rise and fall—how could it be so similar to his method of mixing poison?

Aju took two steps forward.

He squinted and looked at it carefully.

But the more I looked, the more alarmed I became.

wrong.

Not like.

Some of his techniques seem even more ingenious than those he has studied for decades!

Xiaoxia was completely unaware that someone was watching her from behind.

Heat oil in a wok.

She hummed a song as she put the prepared ingredients into the pot one by one.

Then—

Taking advantage of the fact that the people behind him weren't paying attention, he quickly added a little bit of his own clever trick to the pot from a blind spot.

Ok?