Chansey's Egg

[Chansey's Egg: High-grade ingredient, nutritious and delicious, loved by many Pokémon, very tasty. Even people without appetite will eat it in one bite.]

Looking at this egg that was comparable in size to an ostrich egg, Carver couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"For me?" He pointed to himself and asked.

"Lucky~"

Chansey gently nodded.

Carver reached out to accept the egg, momentarily at a loss for words.

As someone who had crossed over, he naturally knew that Chansey was a Pokémon that produced eggs.

It could lay several eggs a day. These eggs were different from regular Pokémon eggs—they couldn't hatch into young Happiny, but were specifically used as food ingredients.

Not only humans, but many Pokémon also loved Chansey's eggs. These eggs were not only delicious but also very nutritious. Even people without appetite would eat them in one bite.

Before the Pokémon League was established and Pokémon protection laws were incomplete, many humans captured Chansey everywhere to obtain these nutritious eggs.

After experiencing a period of rampant hunting aimed at seizing the eggs from Chansey's abdominal pouches, their numbers had become very scarce.

In modern times, these eggs were even treated as high-grade ingredients.

"I understand. Thank you very much for providing this ingredient," Carver smiled at Chansey. "I'll use it to make a delicious dish for everyone later."

"Lucky~!"

Hearing this, Chansey's heart, which had been dormant for so long, couldn't help but begin to feel anticipation.

It smiled gently at Carver, then turned back to the main hall.

In the main hall, the Pokémon living in this breeding house were chasing and playing with each other.

Chingling and Castform hung by the window whispering.

The Clefairy were crowded on the sofa watching TV.

Growlithe lay on the floor, its large dog head resting on its paws for a nap.

Gastly and Bulbasaur were arguing nearby with "Gastly gastly" and "Bulba bulba" sounds, while Oddish stood to the side with wide eyes, looking very shocked at the two Pokémon.

Bagon stood alone in a corner, pretending to be mature and steady while observing everything around.

Ralts, Ditto, and little Abra stayed together, looking timidly yet curiously at this scene.

The tall, reliable Bewear quietly watched over everyone from the side.

This warm scene was like a painting—everything seemed so harmonious and beautiful that one couldn't help but be immersed in it.

"Lucky..." Chansey said softly. How wonderful... how lively!

"Now, just add a little more salt and it's ready to serve."

In the kitchen, Carver personally demonstrated for the two chef Clefairy.

Chansey's egg was very large, so Carver divided it into several parts.

One part for omurice, one part for steamed egg, one part for fried egg, and the rest for tomato scrambled eggs.

This sweet and sour dish should be liked by quite a few Pokémon in the breeding house.

The two chef Clefairy watched Carver's demonstration very seriously, then carefully memorized it.

"Clefairy~!"

"Did you remember it?" Carver asked with a smile. Actually, these egg dish preparation methods were all very simple and easy to learn.

"Clefairy!"

The two Clefairy nodded their heads.

"Alright, then get ready—it's time to eat!" Carver washed his hands, then added the names of today's lunch dishes to the small blackboard. When guests came to stay in the future, they would have more choices.

Making guests happy was the service motto of Bewear Inn.

There were no overnight guests tonight, so Carver simply closed the door and ate at home with the Pokémon.

It turned out his cooking skills were quite good.

Every Pokémon ate very happily.

Various flavored dishes, various flavored Pokéblocks, all kinds of snacks and desserts—

Even the usually timid and shrinking Ralts couldn't help but eat two extra pieces. It held a pastry with both hands, stuffing its mouth full, looking exactly like a little squirrel.

At mealtime, Gastly and Bulbasaur stopped arguing too.

They both focused completely on the delicious food in front of them.

Carver smiled as he shared food with the Pokémon.

Meanwhile, in Autumn Leaf Forest,

A Pokémon that looked like a white big cat with red markings, two longer black claws and a red digit on its front paws, and a tail tip split into three parts was gritting its teeth, enduring pain all over its body, walking forward step by step.

It couldn't fall down... it couldn't fall down yet. It hadn't defeated its nemesis Seviper yet—how could it fall here?

Zangoose gritted its teeth. An hour ago, it had encountered a powerful Pokémon. After fighting with all its might, it finally defeated the opponent, but was also severely injured.

It persisted through sheer willpower without falling.

But—it was exhausted.

Was this the end? Zangoose thought.

No, absolutely not!

The memory of battling its nemesis Seviper was carved into every cell in Zangoose's body. Since their ancestors' time, Seviper had been its rival.

So before defeating that guy, it absolutely couldn't fall like this!

But the next second,

Zangoose's vision went black, and it collapsed to the ground.

Consciousness was gradually fading, and its body's perception of the outside world was gradually disappearing.

It seemed like this really was the end.

Unwilling, so unwilling!

The unconscious Zangoose didn't notice that at the top of a large tree beside it, a Swellow was quietly watching it.

Swellow tilted its head, looking down at that Pokémon, recalling what Carver had said before.

Forest ranger...

In that case, it would help this Pokémon!

Swellow dove downward, gripping Zangoose's body tightly with its powerful talons and lifting it up.

Then it spread its wings and flew toward the sky, heading in the direction of the breeding house.

The unconscious Zangoose only felt like it was a lone boat drifting on the ocean, bobbing up and down with the waves.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Carver was sitting behind the counter with the Pokémon's company, reading books about breeding that his master had sent.

The breeding house door was suddenly pushed open.

Then three teenagers dressed as trainers with travel backpacks walked in from outside.

"Welcome," Carver said.

"Excuse me, can we stay here overnight?" the girl among the three asked.

"Of course." Carver pointed to the small blackboard behind him and said: "The related costs and services are listed there. You can take a look."

Hearing this, the three looked up and saw written there:

[Bewear Inn]

[5000 League dollars/night]

[Bewear Restaurant currently offers: Ramen 800/bowl, Congee 300/bowl, Berry juice 100/cup, Sandwich 500/serving, Pokémon pastries 500/serving, Fresh milk 600/cup, Fried rice 900/bowl, Apple pie 800 League dollars/serving, White radish stew with meat 1500/serving, Vegetable salad 500/serving, Berry platter 700/serving, Green pepper beef strips 2000/serving—]