I open a restaurant in Pokémon World

The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Good guy, this was the first time he heard such a strange legend in the world of Pokémon. At first, Heath even wondered whether he heard it wrong or whether his ears appeared.

There were some problems, but Heath soon discovered that there was nothing wrong with his ears and his eyes were normal, and there was no need to go to the ophthalmologist. There is indeed such a strange story in the world of Pokémon.

"But yesterday's update was interesting. I felt an indescribable weirdness when I saw that picture." Heath smacked his lips. He had just read the last reply posted by the poster. There was nothing in that reply.

In any case, there was only one photo, and in that photo there was only an empty bed, and a Poké Ball, and there was still some blood stains on the button in the center of the Poké Ball, and there was nothing else. This made Xi

Si couldn't help but feel a little curious.

There are ghost Pokémon in the Pokémon world. Heath even knew that in addition to those ghost Pokémon, there were even real ghosts in the Pokémon world. Heath had seen some ghosts before, and even

I helped those ghosts fulfill their wishes and allowed them to successfully reincarnate. However, most of those ghosts are incapable of interfering with the real world. They can live, but they are just alive. They cannot play games or do anything else.

Yes, extremely boring.

"Forget it, I guess Sister Feng and the others are already paying attention to this matter." Heath shook her head. Strictly speaking, this kind of thing is Junsha's responsibility. I have to say that Miss Junsha is really working hard.

Basically all police types are contracted by Miss Junsha, and Miss Junsha is usually responsible for handling such rumors. This is quite normal. There is nothing strange about it. Heath himself was in Changsha.

I also saw Sister Feng and others dealing with similar matters when I was in Qingshi.

However, it was not some weird story or strange talk, but someone spread the rumor that the owner of the largest supermarket chain in Changqing City was a murderer, and the meat he provided to the citizens was human flesh. This made the people of Changqing City

Some people were panicked, and even Heath was affected - because someone asked Heath if the meat slices he used to make pancakes and fruits were human meat bought from that supermarket.

At that time, Heath wanted to roll his eyes. He was simply playing an international joke on himself. He didn't know what kind of international joke a rich man was doing when he had nothing to do. Heath knew that the supermarket was selling it.

Those meats all had inspection certificates, and after the rumors started to spread, Sister Feng also brought people to the door to conduct a surprise inspection to ensure that there was absolutely no such thing.

I can only say that people are still more inclined to believe some weird rumors than official words, but this kind of gossip mentality is also common to most people. Heath thinks this is not a very strange thing.

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"But this thing still affects my business, so I have no choice." Heath pinched his eyebrows. He just didn't understand why this strange story would affect his business, until he saw someone saying that he and that person were friends.

In the same community, and now he found that something was wrong with his Poke Ball, and then similar posts began to spread widely. Heath didn't know how these people could live in the same community, and then this kind of strange Poke Ball

How did it spread through the air, but the weird thing is that some people actually believed it.

Just when Heath was thinking about the problem, Heath saw a woman with a cold face walking in. Heath could tell the identity of this woman at a glance. She was Miss Nazi, but Miss Nazi didn't seem to be in a good mood.

She looked very stable, because Heath noticed that her eyes were different from before.

Miss Nazi was always so indifferent before, but now Miss Nazi looks much more serious, and she often looks around, wondering if they have discovered anything.

"One piece of this." Miss Nazi pointed out Heath's sign. Heath leaned over and took a look. Miss Nazi asked for a piece of hot pot shrimp.

The dry pot shrimps and other dry pots were brought out by Heath during this period. Essentially, Heath just thought that it would be ugly if the empty place was always empty, so he simply hung something on it, and the last time it was launched

The dry pots made Heath realize that there were no dry pots in the world, so Heath simply posted these dry pots. When the time comes, customers can order whatever they want to eat, but so far, that's all.

Only Ms. Nazi orders it this way.

Heath wondered if his sign was not very good-looking?

When many people go to a restaurant to eat, they will see ingredients on the menu that look very delicious, but in fact most of those ingredients have been specially processed. The most obvious example is a real object like a hamburger. Many people look at hamburgers.

They all think it is big and delicious, but after they order it, they will find that the hamburger is not very big. On the contrary, it can be described as very small. This involves the difference between the photo and the real thing.

Some of these hamburgers need to be fixed with skewers at the back so that they can be photographed with a full feeling. The same is true for griddles and other foods. Some even smear potatoes to make the photos look better.

Some wax and oil make it look reflective, which looks good, but is actually inedible.

Heath, on the other hand, is not so particular. His menu photos were all taken by Heath himself, which highlights the reality, but the beauty is definitely not as good as those taken by professionals.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Heath smiled, then turned around and started preparing the dry-pot shrimp she wanted to eat for Miss Nazi. Miss Nazi also chose a seat and sat down, took out her mobile phone, and

Knowing what he was doing there, Heath glanced at Nazi with some disappointment. He actually looked forward to Nazi learning cooking skills with him or buying recipes. If that was the case, Heath could still make a fortune.

But it's a good thing that Nazi didn't buy it. Heath knew from what happened last time that Nazi cooked food for Mr. Sakaki. If Mr. Sakaki kept eating the food made by Miss Nazi, Heath would be really worried about Sakaki.

Will he be sent directly to the hospital someday?

It can only be said that some people are really not suitable for cooking. They really have no talent in cooking. They can't even cook the simplest egg fried rice.