Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

It seems that the things Mud and Dust Mountain gave me just now fell in.

High-temperature sterilization should be fine, right?

Then let's just ignore it!

The fire started.

Thick purple smoke, carrying a peculiar odor, immediately rose up.

Ash, along with Brock, Amy, and Pikachu, all retreated in unison.

That reaction speed was as fast as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Only A-Ju didn't dodge or flinch; in fact, her nose twitched slightly.

This taste—

His expression changed slightly.

Although it smelled of fruit, my years of experience concocting poisons told me—

This is absolutely pure poison.

But how is that possible?

These are all ordinary ingredients, so how can they be combined to create something so amazing?

From a toxicological point of view, this should be completely wrong, right?!

......

Xiaoxia's movements became faster and faster.

Add ingredients, stir-fry, season—

The entire process was so smooth and seamless that it was dazzling to watch.

Ah Ju stood to the side, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He watched as the color of the broth changed from purple to yellow, then gradually deepened from yellow, and finally became—

black.

No, it's not just ordinary black.

It is a kind of... multicolored black.

The black was tinged with a faint dark red, the dark red with a deep purple, and the purple with a hint of dark green.

As the broth boiled in the pot.

A-Ju's breathing stopped.

He has seen countless colors of poisons in his lifetime.

Some poisons are as clear as water, some as beautiful as flowers, some as black as ink, and some as dazzling as a rainbow.

But he had never seen such a color before.

This is not a color.

This is a fusion of countless colors, each blooming individually after the fusion.

"This..." A-Ju's voice was a little dry, "What is this?"

Xiaoxia didn't even turn her head.

"A secret-recipe stew."

"No, I meant the color—"

"Oh, this."

Xiaoxia casually tossed in another handful of her secret spices.

"When the time is right, it will naturally turn out like this."

When the time is right, it will naturally turn out like this?

A-Ju's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she found that she couldn't say anything.

Shocking.

Absolutely shocking!

He thought his drug-making skills were unmatched.

But seeing this today, I'm amazed to discover that there is such a gifted genius in the world!

No.

This isn't a case of someone being exceptionally gifted.

This person is simply the chosen one!

"It's done cooking!"

Xiaoxia gave a cheerful shout.

The dishes were served on the makeshift wooden table.

The furry ball couldn't wait any longer.

It lay on the edge of the table, kicking its short legs back and forth, trying desperately to climb onto the table, its drool soaking the tabletop.

That's it!

That's it!

It even felt that this pot of food was better than the last time it had eaten!

"Hehe, you also think my cooking skills have improved?"

Xiaoxia first filled a bowl and placed it in front of Maoqiu.

Just as the fluffy ball was about to start moving.

The bowl in front of me was completely empty.

"?"

Looking up, I saw Ah Ju holding that bowl of stew, and she seemed to be petrified.

He looked down at the soup in the bowl.

The broth was still swaying slightly, its color constantly changing as it moved, as if it were alive.

"Mr. Aju, would you like to try some?"

Xiaoxia enthusiastically handed her a spoon.

Xiao Gang's expression changed.

"and many more--"

Xiao Zhi quickly waved his hand as well.

"Senior, maybe we should just forget about this? People could really die."

Ah Xing stared at the colorful black and swallowed hard.

"Dad... this pot looks... it really doesn't look like something a human could eat..."

Xiaoxia: "?"

Why would you say something like that when I asked you to cook?

What do you mean?

What does this mean?!

A-Ju was silent for two seconds.

"I'll try it."

Xiao Gang was shocked.

"Mr. Aju!"

Ah Xing got anxious and lunged forward to try and snatch the bowl.

"Dad, you can't eat this!"

But A-Ju slightly turned her body to avoid her daughter's hand.

He looked at the bowl of stew, a complex expression flashing in his eyes—

That's the look in the eyes of an old craftsman when he sees a unique, priceless masterpiece.

“You don’t understand,” he said. “This pot of stuff has reached a certain… indescribable level.”

"No, not really?"

Xiaoxia felt a little embarrassed by what he said.

"forward......"

"It's alright."

A-Ju raised her hand to stop Xiao-Zhi from dissuading her.

"As a master of poison, his poison resistance is naturally also at a master level."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

"A Poison-type Trainer who has never been poisoned is not a good Poison-type Trainer."

"In my life, I have tasted countless kinds of poison."

"We have long since developed extremely strong antibodies against the virus!"

He spoke with conviction and remarkable composure.

He ate a spoonful of stew.

The thing trembled in the spoon, its blackness translucent, deep, so black it seemed to absorb even the light.

Strangely, after being boiled and refined, it even emitted a fruity fragrance!