Pokémon, but cultural invasion

The God of Cookery's rebuttal made Xiaomi shake his head. He said, "That's right, just because everyone can do it doesn't mean everyone should do it."

"Really? But he's already doing it, look!"

The God of Cookery pointed at Xiao Kuan, who was haphazardly sprinkling salt into the broth, a sight that made Xiao Mi's eyes widen.

He witnessed the cleaners throwing a whole bundle of scallions into a bucket, sprinkling it with various seasonings.

"What is he doing?"

Xiao Mi covered her head and cried out in terror, "Stop! This guy's gone mad, he'll ruin this soup!"

The cleaner mixed cooking wine and vinegar and poured it in; the splashing liquid caused flames to leap from the stove.

"Why didn't anyone stop him!"

Xiao Mi was so anxious that he jumped up and down. In his excitement, he didn't notice that the glass window below him was a flip-top. As the pulley turned, he fell directly from the roof into a sink full of dish soap and water.

He quickly scrambled out and fled under the iron table, but was frightened away by the fire started by the cook flipping the wok.

Dodging the passing waiter's boots, Xiao Mi tried to rush out of the kitchen, but was knocked back under the table by the sliding door.

If this path is blocked, Xiaomi sets its sights on the open window.

The raging flames at the bottom of the stove evaporated the moisture, urging him to escape quickly.

Moving with the help of the waiter's cart, amidst the kitchen knife, microwave, and diners' hands... as he overcame numerous obstacles and rushed towards the window, the unpleasant smell of the pot of broth made Xiao Mi slow down.

Out of a chef's instinct, Xiao Mi subconsciously threw in a few spice leaves, sesame seeds, and minced garlic, and only left when the aroma of the broth returned to normal.

Standing on the windowsill, Xiaomi stopped again.

"I know how to fix it, how to make this soup even better."

He went back, kicked the knob to adjust the heat, and added milk, sesame oil, diced mushrooms, minced garlic, rosemary, and garlic...

Amidst the cheerful, short violin music, Xiaomi launched a dazzling rescue operation.

The ingredients, dancing in the air, and the bubbling broth, ultimately create a unique and rich flavor.

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly.

Xiao Mi, standing on the edge of the iron pot, met Xiao Kuan's gaze, who was staring in disbelief. The two of them froze on the spot.

It turns out that the cleaners had seen everything Xiaomi had just done.

"Where's my soup? Get out of my way!"

The irritable Boss Shi roared and charged toward the broth.

As if waking from a dream, Xiao Mi jumped off the table, only to be caught by Xiao Kuan using a sieve bowl.

"You're actually cooking? You must have a death wish!"

Feeling guilty, Boss Shi saw the God of Cookery's son pick up a soup spoon and momentarily forgot about the broth and the customers' urging. He grabbed Xiao Kuan by the collar and interrogated him.

The unsuspecting waiter filled the broth and brought it out of the kitchen. By the time Boss Shi noticed, it was too late.

He could only watch in despair as the soup was handed to the lady, who tasted a spoonful before calling out to the waiter.

"Xiao! Kuan! You're fired!"

Feeling that he was doomed, Boss Shi flew into a rage again, interrupted by his guest's request to meet.

Unexpectedly, instead of being scolded, the lady expressed her respect to the broth chef.

It turns out she's a food critic known for being "difficult to please," yet she gave this soup extremely high praise.

After personally tasting it, Boss Shi became even more determined to fire Xiao Kuan, but couldn't find an excuse for it at the moment.

Diners who come because of recommendations from food critics might even request the restaurant to cook this special broth.

"I don't know if you're lucky or unlucky, but you have to make this soup again. This time I'll be watching you closely."

Boss Shi ordered Xiao Kuan to recreate the broth no matter how long it took, or he would be fired.

But Xiao Kuan doesn't know anything about cooking.

Just then, Xiaomi found a chance to escape, but was spotted by the sharp-eyed Boss Shi. The kitchen was in chaos, and Xiao Kuan quickly put the little Rada into a bottle.

"Get rid of it!"

Boss Shi gave a stern order, forbidding anyone from revealing that rats had appeared in the kitchen.

Xiao Kuan hopped on his bicycle and headed towards the river.

He and the little Rada in the bottle stared at each other.

"Stop staring at me so pitifully, I'm in a precarious situation myself!"

"I need this job, I'm desperate!"

Xiao Kuan broke down and said, "They want me to make that soup again! I don't have any grand ambitions and I don't want to be a chef. I just want to stay away from trouble and problems."

"You're the one who's truly interested in cooking!"

What did you put in the soup?

Xiao Kuan stared at the little rattata in the bottle: "Oregano? Rosemary? Cilantro?... "

Seeing that Little Rada sometimes shook his head and sometimes nodded, Xiao Kuan suddenly realized something important: "You...can understand what I'm saying?"

"They liked your soup, could you make it again?"

The millet in the bottle nodded.

"Okay, I'll let you out now..."

Xiao Kuan hesitated. No one knew whether Little Rada would run away after it came out, but he decided to trust the mouse this once.

"We'll be partners from now on, okay?"

Xiaomi nodded again.

So Xiao Kuan unscrewed the bottle cap and gently placed the glass bottle on the ground.

As expected, the rat darted off to the bottom of the bridge at an astonishing speed.

"I knew it..."

Seeing its rapidly disappearing figure, Xiao Kuan took a deep breath in despair. Sure enough, he was incredibly stupid to believe that he could cooperate with a mouse.

Dejected, Xiao Kuan reached for his bicycle against the wall, unaware that Xiao Mi was looking back from under the bridge.

A sentimental cello began to play, and Xiao Kuan, head bowed, watched as a small rada slowly walked from the shadows under the bridge to the dim streetlights, coming into view.

He suddenly looked up, finding it unbelievable.

The man and the mouse reached a kind of cooperative relationship. Xiao Kuan carried his bicycle and invited Xiao Mi into his cramped rented room.

He meticulously explained the location of all the furniture, seasonings, and ingredients in the room to Xiaomi.

Viewers who saw this smiled knowingly, and the plot became interesting at this moment.

Wanlong loosened her grip on the pen; Tingxiang had not disappointed her.

Although everyone knew what was going to happen next—that Xiao Kuan and Xiao Mi would overcome the difficulties together—there was still something to look forward to.

They were eager to see how the man and the rat could outsmart Mr. Smith and cooperate to continue cooking.

The God of Cookery's illegitimate son can't cook, while Xiao Mi, born a rat, has the heart of a chef. This stark contrast arouses the audience's strong curiosity.

Wanlong watched the audience, their hearts swaying and their emotions fluctuating with the screen; this was the charm of a brilliantly designed plot.

"This movie is really interesting; the collision of the two will surely spark a friendship between humans and Pokémon."

Cynthia sat gracefully as she softly shared her thoughts.

Chapter 132 Even Rats Dream of Being Chefs (Part 2) (8.5K Chapter)

Xiao Kuan held Xiaomi in one hand as he introduced the rental room. The room was not large and even a bit cramped, but it had all the necessary furniture.

That night, a small bed and blanket, no bigger than the palm of your hand, appeared on the windowsill overlooking the dazzling Prism Tower.

Is there a better dreamland in the world than Miaret?

As the gentle voice of the evening program played, Xiao Mi rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the dazzling night view outside the window, his eyes shining. His dream would begin here.

...

However, their collaboration did not go smoothly. Xiao Kuan tried to have Xiao Mi hide under his chef's uniform and instruct him on how to cook.

However, the rough way of giving instructions made Xiao Kuan act strangely and lose face in front of everyone in the kitchen.

Nothing was left except for claw marks and bite marks all over his body.

Coincidentally, to avoid Mr. Shi's paranoia, Xiao Mi crawled into the chef's hat on his head.

Just as clumsy Xiao Kuan was about to bump into a waiter, Xiao Mi avoided the danger by pulling on two tufts of hair on the top of his head.

This discovery thrilled them, and from then on, Xiaomi began his daily training in piloting humanoid mechs.

"Do you really want to do this?"

Xiao Kuan carried a large basin of ingredients back to the rented room. He struggled to take the tie that the rat handed him and blindfolded himself.

Deprive them of their sight and completely hand over control of their bodies to Xiaomi.

"Oh! Where are you taking me?"

The first step to piloting a mecha is learning to walk. In complete darkness, Xiao Kuan stumbles and bumps around in his rented room.

The second step involves fine motor skills with the palms.

Xiao Mi pulled on Xiao Kuan's hair, manipulating him to grab the tomatoes and onions he needed from the dazzling array of cutting boards, and hold them above his head so that the real chef could smell them.

Stirring the pan, mixing the mayonnaise, pouring in the noodles, adding the wine, chopping the vegetables, cracking the eggs...

They were like toddlers learning to walk, unlocking one skill point after another in cooking.

A piece of dough flying out of the window, egg yolks splashing out, red wine drizzling over their heads... every unexpected incident on their way to getting to know each other elicited suppressed laughter from the audience, making the practice process both hilarious and heartwarming.

Gradually, after practicing day and night, Xiao Kuan, blindfolded, connected the knowledge points one by one and was able to smoothly complete a whole cooking process.

He was also very good at his work in the kitchen.

Under Boss Shi's watchful eye, Xiao Kuan, wearing a chef's hat, neatly and efficiently recreated the pot of broth.

"Congratulations, Xiao Kuan, you've struck gold again."

"But if you want to work for me, being good at making soup alone won't do."

"Sweetie will tell you the rules here."

Unable to find a reason to fire him, Boss Shi left dejectedly.

Xiao Kuan thus met the sweet-hearted but sharp-tongued Sister Tian.

In the days that followed, she would use a sharp and incisive tone to impart all the chef's secrets and recipes to him; at the same time, she would soften her tone and tell him about the unique skills and bizarre backgrounds of everyone in the kitchen.

"Thank you for providing so many cooking suggestions."

Xiao Kuan, holding the notes, thanked her, but Tian Jie's response surprised him: "Thank you for listening too."

Women seem to be rarely seen in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, while developing frozen food, Mr. Shi unexpectedly discovered the God of Cookery's will—if no blood-related heir appeared within two years of his death, the restaurant would belong to Mr. Shi.

There's one month left until the two-year mark.

Now, Boss Shi's determination to get rid of Xiao Kuan became even stronger. He deliberately spread rumors that Xiao Kuan would launch a dish called "Secret Recipe Pancreas" that was not on the menu. In reality, this dish did not exist at all. He just hoped that Xiao Kuan would embarrass himself so that he could get rid of him in a legitimate way.

But Xiaomi, drawing on all her knowledge and with her keen sense of smell and intuition that goes beyond recipes, actually managed to create this dish that didn't exist.

The delicious food received unanimous praise from the restaurant's guests, and orders specifically for Xiao Kuan poured in like snowflakes.

Mr. Shi's attempt backfired, leaving him extremely frustrated, while Sister Tian was amazed by Xiao Kuan's talent.

At the celebration banquet that night, Boss Shi called Xiao Kuan aside and tried to get him drunk to extract the secret of the rat, but he failed.

Xiao Mi then unexpectedly encountered her long-lost brother Dami and her clansmen outside the restaurant.