Elves: Starting from Carlos

The next day.

In the morning light, the golden sun slowly rose from the horizon amid the crisp chirping of Pokémon, stretched lazily, and then revealed the first ray of satisfied sunshine.

This ray of light is as bright as gold, pouring warmly into the house, dyeing every inch of space with a layer of golden glow. This bright color is like an elf in the early morning, bringing people infinite vitality and excitement, as if it is the most gentle awakening of nature.

A figure was running fast on the beach, facing the sea breeze, feeling the tranquility and vitality of the morning. The waves gently lapped the beach, as if accompanying his running; the long-winged gulls in the sky cried, as if cheering him on. This figure cast a long shadow in the sun, which contrasted with the sparkling waves of the sea, forming a beautiful picture.

"Huh~ We should go back."

Mu Feng exhaled gently, his voice was like the morning breeze, gentle and peaceful. He looked down at the little guy on his shoulder, his eyes full of smiles.

"Moji~"

The sweet bamboo seemed to have sensed the joy of the impending departure, as it emitted a circle of light pink fragrance from its body. That fragrance was like the morning dew, fresh and pleasant, adding a touch of gentle color to the beach in the early morning.

As the iron door of the house creaked open, a breeze blew on his face, and Mu Feng stepped into the house with light steps. He walked through the warm living room, walked to the ice-blue refrigerator in the kitchen, opened the door of the refrigerator, and the refrigerated smell hit him.

Among the neatly arranged drinks, his eyes easily locked onto a bottle of Qingquan. His fingertips lightly pinched the bottle, and the delicate touch was transmitted to him through the plastic. The bottle cap seemed to spin in anticipation. Mu Feng exerted a little force, and after a crisp "click", the bottleneck was exposed, and the bottle cap gently jumped to the ground.

Mu Feng slowly tilted the bottle, and the crystal droplets rolled down like pearls, sparkling alluringly in the sun. His eyes slowly followed the flow of water to the bottom of the bottle. At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of the spring water flowing, and the breath in the air became fresher because of the water vapor.

He put the mouth of the mineral water bottle to his lips, and the coolness spread along his throat. He felt as if he was washed by a stream of clear spring water, and the heat and fatigue dissipated.

The sound of light footsteps came from far away, like the slow flow of sand of time, and was particularly clear in the quiet morning. Thousand Faces Chameleon quietly appeared at the kitchen door, reminding him not to forget to enjoy breakfast.

"A day full of energy starts with doing nothing." Mu Feng sighed helplessly and walked to the dining table and sat down.

He stretched out his hands, held the sandwich on the plate, and took a light bite. The delicious taste flowed in his mouth like a stream of clear spring water that moistened his heart.

Recalling yesterday, after seeing off Liliae and the others, Mu Feng had nothing to do, so he rode on Dragonite to roam back and forth among the four islands. He had a great time, but apart from the beautiful scenery, he really couldn't find any fun in it. Finally, he returned home and chose to lie down.

Back to Carlos?

This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but he quickly rejected the idea. Today was only the fourth day, so why rush it...

In fact, Mu Feng still had a little bit of nostalgia in his heart and wanted to stay here with the kind old man for a little longer. Although he was addicted to fishing every day, as long as he could cook for him and prepare some delicious meals, Mu Feng would be satisfied.

So why don't you want to go fishing with him? Haha... If Mu Feng goes with him, is there any point in fishing? The fish will probably rush into the trap.

"Oh..." He sighed deeply, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. The cup in his hand was gently tilted, and the milk slid smoothly down his throat, leaving a faint sweet fragrance.

Originally, Mu Feng planned to go out and find strangers to fight with today, but when he thought of the king-level Pokémon at home who could serve as sparring partners, he gave up the idea.

"You can train freely today." Mu Feng thought for a moment, and then added, "It's okay if you don't train..."

After he finished speaking, Mu Feng picked up Tian Zhuzhu, walked into the bedroom, and gently closed the door. Lying on the bed, he held Tian Zhuzhu in his arms and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The Pokémon who had just finished breakfast looked at each other, opened the door to the backyard tacitly, and walked out one by one.

Each bedroom has soundproofing installed, so they don’t have to worry about disturbing the woodwinds and can enjoy their battle training in the backyard.

"Mao, you haven't made lunch for us for three days. Haven't you finished researching your dishes yet?"

Mamane lay on the table, looking sideways at Mao, with a hint of complaint in her tone.

Usually Mao would cook lunch for everyone at noon, but she didn't cook these past few days. When asked, she said she was researching new dishes and then hurried home. He had no choice but to walk to her restaurant to eat.

Kachi, who was standing aside, looked at Mao with curious eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer from her.

Although the taste difference between the two is not that big, but when I think about Mao in the class, why should I go to the trouble of making a trip?

"No, I don't know why I can't make the same taste as Mufeng." Mao held his chin and said bitterly.

"Yes, me too." Shui Lian nodded slightly with deep feeling.

Lilia didn't say anything, but she agreed with them in her heart. Compared with their own chef, the dishes made by Mu Feng were indeed more delicious.

There is no doubt that Mu Feng's father in his previous life was the executive chef of a five-star hotel. Mu Feng had been learning cooking from him in the kitchen since he was a child. He received three lessons every day, corresponding to breakfast, lunch and dinner respectively. With his excellent learning ability and more than ten years of careful guidance, Mu Feng was able to perfectly reproduce the dishes made by his father.

Although he did not pick up cooking again until he was 15 years old in this life, and his memory of being a chef in his previous life was vague, his control of cooking heat and the combination of seasonings seemed to be an innate instinct, allowing him to still make amazing delicious dishes.

"Aren't they just a few dishes? As long as they taste good, it's fine. Do they have to be perfect?" Mamane frowned and pouted.

Mao pondered for a moment, and felt that his words made sense, and then responded with a smile: "That's right! Leave today's lunch to me!"

"Alola! Classmates!"

As Kukui's voice sounded melodiously, he walked into the classroom calmly, with a textbook lightly held in his right hand, a warm smile on his face, and walked towards the podium step by step.