Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

As expected of a high-level cultivator, his massage technique is truly amazing, and it feels like turning something ordinary into something magical.

Feng thinks this move is very powerful.

He had learned a few moves from Yang Xia before, and usually gave massages to Magna, Sylph, and Gyarados after training, but this was the first time he had seen such professionalism. He wondered if there was a chance to ask for advice.

"I'm sorry, my wind fairy was too reckless. I didn't educate it well enough."

Feng bowed his head and admitted his mistake for the second time today. At the same time, he also pressed down the wind fairy's head. The man and the pet made the same expression, looking very sincere, which was completely different from his arrogant, dark and arrogant appearance at night.

If Miyano, Xiaoyu, Junsha and others saw "Shadow" being so well-behaved and polite, they might be shocked and even doubt their lives.

Then, Feng took out a box of Mori no Yokan that he had bought before coming here, handed it to Aye with both hands, and said, "Teacher Aye, this is a small gift for meeting you. Please be sure to accept it."

"Hmm? You're quite thoughtful. Just be careful next time."

A Ye took the box, nodded with satisfaction, and pursed his lips and said, "Come with me, I have prepared the Pokémon food for your Pokémon."

Feng nodded, hugged the naughty wind fairy tightly, and followed A Ye with it and Malanla, walking towards her two-story house.

After entering the door, there is a corridor with various photos of A Ye hanging on the wall.

Feng walked and looked, scanning everything.

These photos record A Ye's appearance at different ages, from when he obtained the junior breeder certificate when he looked very young, to when he obtained the intermediate breeder certificate when he was a little older, and now he is a senior breeder.

"This is...Munemori-sensei?"

Feng stopped in front of a group photo.

The photo shows A Ye as a child and a middle-aged man. Both of them are smiling brightly at the camera. The chinchilla next to them does not look as old as he does now. The happiness and warmth in the photo are overwhelming.

Feng vaguely recognized the middle-aged man from his features. He was the senior breeder Zong Sheng who taught him Pokémon breeding lessons.

"Oh, and by the way, father is currently teaching at a trainer school, so it's normal for you to know each other."

A Ye, who was walking in front of Feng, turned around and said while looking at the photo.

"You are...Mr. Munemori's daughter?"

Feng was slightly surprised and understood something.

When I first met A Ye, I felt that this genius cultivator was extraordinary. He was able to reach heights at such a young age that most people would never reach in their lifetime.

You know, high-level breeders can at least make gym leader-level Pokémon food, and some experienced ones can even make quasi-king-level Pokémon food.

In terms of status, they are not inferior to trainers of the same level, and are even higher and rarer. They are treated as guests of honor by some major forces.

Now, knowing A Ye’s background, Feng also knows the truth about the “genius”.

"It's my father."

A Ye nodded slightly with a faint smile on his face, then without staying any longer, turned around and walked into the house.

Feng followed A Ye and finally arrived at the door of A Ye's laboratory.

Pushing open the door, you will see a pink carpet on the floor. There are two exquisite sofas in the room, and a wooden table in the middle, which is filled with a variety of elf food.

Looking along the wall, there are computers and rows of tall bookshelves on both sides, on which are neatly arranged various books and materials, covering all aspects of knowledge about elves.

In addition, further inside, you can see two rooms filled with various strange instruments, which make people curious about their uses.

"Are these for Pokémon?"

Looking at the elf food piled up like a mountain in front of him, Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes, some of this is specially prepared for your Pokémon."

Ah Ye nodded and explained, "But there are also portions reserved by other customers."

As she spoke, she reached out and skillfully rummaged through the many bags on the table. After a while, she found a few bags and gently moved them in front of Feng.

"These bags are yours."

Ah Ye fiddled with the bag of food and continued, "I carefully tailored this Pokémon food to your Pokémon's level and direction of effort. I believe it will be very effective for their growth."

Then, as if remembering something, she added, "Remember the last time you came to my studio? I tested their physical qualities and taste preferences back then, so this time I specially added some special ingredients for you based on the standards back then."

Afterwards, A Ye talked to Feng in detail about the ingredients of the elf food and introduced the characteristics of his "work".

"Thank you, Teacher A Ye." Feng said sincerely.

"You're welcome. A week's supply of food for four Pokémon, plus the cost of materials and labor, comes to 40 Alliance Coins." A Ye leaned forward slightly and made a gesture of asking for money.

In the 40 yuan, apart from A Ye's labor fee, the most expensive thing is the material cost of Yueyue Bear Pavilion Master level, which is a world of difference from the elite level and below that are everywhere on the street.

The food preparation here consists of two parts.

One is to formulate food recipes according to the characteristics of each Pokémon, find the food that best suits it, and create a brand new "recipe".

This requires a lot of breeder knowledge, including the selection of ingredients, understanding of Pokémon, and practice. It is difficult to do this without being a trained professional breeder.

The other is simply the preparation of food. Although the operation also tests the skills of the maker, it requires precision and no mistakes to avoid destroying the nutrition of the ingredients.

But relatively speaking, they are just skilled workers. With more repetition and practice, they can successfully master the use of the equipment and make food according to the "recipe" step by step.

The food that A Ye gave Feng naturally included both parts and was the finished product.

“Here…here you are.”

Feng handed over a bank card that he had prepared long ago. He felt a little painful but there was nothing he could do.

He actually wanted to use some tricks to make a purchase for free without spending a penny.

However, the quasi-king-level Chino Chinchilla next to him was staring at him with a fierce look, making him feel uneasy.

Those sharp eyes didn't match her cute appearance at all. From time to time, her gaze would fall on Feng intentionally or unintentionally, as if warning him.

So Feng paid the money honestly and said goodbye to A Ye politely.

Just as he picked up the elf food and turned to leave, he had just taken a few steps when he suddenly heard A Ye's voice behind him: "Hey, wait a moment."