Running a Restaurant in the Pokémon World

"His, do you have that... that jianbing guozi? Give me one, please." The bustling city of Evergreen was already shrouded in the golden light of dusk, but even as he was about to close up for the day, Heath was delighted to serve the customer before him.

"Brother Yaning, did you work overtime again today?" As he skillfully spread batter on the griddle, Heath chatted with Yaning, his tone cheerful.

"Yeah, it's that time again when a bunch of rich young masters are about to get their starter Pokémon. So I've been busy with all that lately—barely have time to eat dinner." Yaning rubbed his hands together and exhaled into them.

Heath cast an envious glance at the Poké Ball hanging from Yaning's waist. That was the most captivating thing in this world. But when he thought of his pitiful wallet, Heath's gaze dimmed a little.

"Brother Yaning, here's your jianbing guozi—twelve League coins!" Heath handed over the steaming pancake, then carefully tucked the paper bills Yaning gave him into his pocket.

Watching Yaning walk away, exhaling into his hands and munching on the jianbing guozi, Heath finally began to pack up his stall. If Officer Junsha caught him lingering, it wouldn't end well.

Pushing his little cart, Heath glanced at the people passing by and the various forms of Pokémon along the roadside, letting out a sigh.

Heath was a transmigrant. Just like in those cliché novels, one morning he woke up in this strange world. The good news was that he was younger here—h