Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Things like "goldfish bubbles are big and round".

But at the time, she thought that Xiaozhi simply had nothing else to praise and was just trying to say something polite...

I didn't expect you to be serious!

149. Who says you can't catch Pokémon if the quality is poor?

Ignoring their conversation, while they were still discussing the merits of blowing bubbles.

Instead of being distracted by the beautiful women, Xiao Gang immediately became the most reliable one, wandering around in front of the three piles of ingredients and starting to pick and choose.

"This is good..."

"This one is not bad either."

He muttered to himself, then took a few items from each of the three piles and rearranged them.

"Well……"

After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at the deeply affected Fatty.

And the Pokémon looking at Misty and Ash with adoration as they gaze at the mess scattered on the ground.

"So, can you guys accept a hodgepodge like this?"

"Buli?"

I heard keywords related to food.

Jigglypuff was instantly revived.

Although I don't quite understand what "hodgepodge" means, it doesn't matter!

They don't have much else, but they have a lot of people!

Many hands make light work!

Someone will eventually find out!

It waved its hand, and all the Pokémon immediately understood and gathered around.

A row of little heads huddled together, and after a fierce discussion...

Having found the answer, Jigglypuff approached Ash, running up to him on its short legs and tugging at his clothes.

When Xiao Zhi bent down, leaned close to his ear, covered his mouth with his little hand, and mumbled something.

Xiao Zhi listened and nodded, then gave Xiao Gang a thumbs up.

"They said it was no problem."

"Teacher Gang, you can do it with confidence."

"Buri, buri!"

Fatty nodded and patted his round belly with his little hands.

Although nobody knows what a hodgepodge is.

But they all trust the choices their bellies make!

"Okay, then I'll begin."

"Then I'll help too!"

"Pickup!"

Ash and Pikachu raised their hands at the same time and eagerly went over.

Xiaoxia: "???"

"Why is your reaction so natural!"

She stretched out her hand and pointed back and forth between Goldfish and Ash, pointing at Brock.

"Don't you have even the slightest doubt?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Gang frowned and glanced at her.

His expression was like that of someone looking at a Sinnoh who had asked, "Is the creator god Arceus or Necrozma?"

"Didn't Xiaozhi already say that? What's the problem?"

Although he couldn't understand why the bubbles were so well-blown.

But since it was Ash who said it.

That's good.

Is there anything to think about?

Xiao Gang glanced at Xiao Xia, his eyes filled with disdain.

He put the fruit aside and patted the dirt off his hands.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but..."

"You've known Ash for more than just one day, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Pikachu, Pikachu."

Pikachu nodded in agreement.

That's right.

As someone who has traveled with Ash for so long, it's really a bit embarrassing to ask such a question.

Xiaoxia: "..."

She turned her gaze to the Pokémon of the three people around her.

Every Pokémon had an expression that said, "Yeah, what's so strange about that?"

Xiaoxia: "?"

No.

How come it's her fault?

……

With the help of Pokémon, the ingredients were quickly sorted.

Tubers of all sizes were piled up, various fruits were divided into several piles according to taste, and even wild vegetables that required special treatment were neatly stacked to one side.

The Pokémon got to work even more efficiently than Brock had expected.

With his sleeves rolled up, Xiao Gang prepared to officially begin cooking.

He stood in front of the makeshift stove that Nidoran had built.

His tone was crisp and decisive.

"Pass over all the tubers, let's put them in the pot to cook first—"

Several Pokémon hurriedly picked up the tuber, staggered to the pot, and threw it in with a "plop, plop".

"The tree fruit should also be cut into small pieces—"

Needless to say, the giant pincers crab, with its uniquely advantageous conditions, took on this task.

"And some things need to be blanched—"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Horsea spewed out a jet of steaming water right before Misty and the rest of the Pokémon's astonished eyes.

Hot water!

The elderly Gyarados and Staryu trembled with excitement.

So you can do this too? You should have said so earlier!

With this skill, wouldn't I be able to eat hot food without relying on Xiaoxia?

Protect it! It must be protected!

For a time, the area around the stove was bustling with activity.

The Pokémon had clear roles: some handed out ingredients, some started the fire, and others created a lively atmosphere.

Xiao Gang's shovel flew up and down.

The tubers tumbled in boiling water, releasing the sweet aroma of the tree fruit through the cut surface. The wild vegetables, after being briefly blanched in the boiling water, lost their earthy smell, leaving only a fresh and delicious flavor.

A short while later—

A rich aroma wafted from the pot.

Several distinct auras were perfectly blended together by Xiao Gang's skillful hands, creating a harmonious and unified whole with distinct layers.

The Pokémon formed a large circle, each busy with their own things, but at some point, every pair of eyes became fixed on the large pot.

Some had their mouths slightly open, some unconsciously swallowed, and others had their paws dangling in mid-air, forgetting what they were supposed to do.

"Buli!"

Fatty squeezed to the front, stood on tiptoe to look into the pot, and scratched at the stove with his little paws.

It took a deep breath.

The aroma traveled smoothly through the nasal cavity to the stomach, where it was then pushed back, giving the taste buds a sharp jolt.

Wait, push it back?

It looked down at its round belly.

The expression on his face changed from fascination to confusion, and then to contemplation.

Finally, it ended with a deep and unforgettable regret.

It hates it!

I hate myself for eating so much!

Jigglypuff held its belly, rubbing it back and forth with its two little hands, as if trying to create some space out of thin air through massage.

His facial expressions were so rich it was like he was performing a silent film—