When Ash returned home, he eagerly held the incubator and went straight back to his room.
Looking at the Pokémon egg inside the incubator, Ash smiled, "Froakie, no matter what happens to you, I will never give up on you."
At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Froakie could hatch successfully.
"Pikachu, you're getting a new partner. You two should get along well from now on."
Ash looked at Pikachu with extreme doting.
"Pika, Pika." Pikachu nodded, seemingly indicating that he understood.
Ash had been busy all day, but at this moment, he didn't rest. Instead, he prepared for Froakie's upcoming birth.
Ash had already written down Froakie's feeding methods and living habits in his notebook.
Of course, Ash didn't treat them differently; he would firmly remember Pikachu's feeding and living habits as well.
This was Ash's attitude towards Pokémon; he would care about their condition and wonder how they were doing.
By this time, the sky had gradually darkened. Ash put away the incubator and went downstairs with Pikachu.
"Mom, let me help."
Pikachu also chirped twice with a smile, clearly wanting to help too.
Delia smiled gently, "Okay, Ash, wash the dishes and those vegetables."
Ash smiled very happily and helped with Pikachu.
With Ash and Pikachu's help, they finished these tedious tasks in no time.
Although Ash wanted to help stir-fry, he thought about his cooking skills and decided against it. He might blow up the kitchen.
Ash had no problem with these manageable tasks. Division of labor could achieve perfect results.
Outside the window, the bright moon hung high in the night sky, and countless stars twinkled, adding a touch of gentleness to the world.
Noctowl had already started to become active. This Pokémon is a typical night owl, staying up at night and sleeping in during the day.
It must be said that this routine is similar to some humans.
In fact, this lifestyle is not very good. It's beneficial for health to develop a good biological clock.
Ash sat on the steps by the door, looking at the bright moon. A gentle evening breeze blew, invigorating Ash.
"I wonder how Ash, Mom, and Dad in the Blue Star world are doing now."
The Ash in the Pokémon world now had transmigrated from Blue Star.
Their souls had swapped, and they had transmigrated to each other's worlds.
Ash patted Pikachu, "Don't worry, I will definitely become the number one Trainer in the Pokémon world, right, Pikachu."
"Pika, Pika." Pikachu smiled broadly and nodded heavily.
Listening to Kricketune's cheerful music, Ash's fatigue and worries quietly dissipated.
Pikachu seemed to sense Ash's mood and rubbed his head against Ash, "Pika, Pika."
It seemed to be expressing that Ash shouldn't be so worried and should be happier.
"Alright, Pikachu, we should be happy every day." Ash smiled, picked up Pikachu, and spun around.
Pikachu was put on the ground, but he was dizzy and swaying as if he had drunk fake alcohol.
"Ash, Pikachu, dinner's ready." Delia called from inside, having already prepared the meal.
"Pika, Pika." Pikachu quickly ran in, completely unlike his dizzy state just moments before.
"Pikachu, don't steal my food!" Seeing Pikachu rush in, Ash also quickly followed.
Although Pikachu eats Pokémon food, he also likes human food.
What's more, Delia's cooking skills were truly exceptional, described as unparalleled.
And Ash had noticed one thing: Pikachu really likes to eat ketchup, always getting it all over his mouth.
Ash also particularly liked ketchup, which is why he was so worried just now, given Pikachu's foodie nature.
If Ash had run a little slower, all that ketchup would definitely have been eaten by Pikachu.
"This is mine, Pikachu!" Ash and Pikachu immediately started fighting over the ketchup.
Pikachu's expression was extremely angry, "Pika, Pika." (?ò?ó)
Looking at Ash, who was still guarding his food, Pikachu couldn't bear it anymore, "Pikachu!!"
Zzzzt, Ash successfully experienced a full-body electrotherapy, and it was free.
"Alright, half for each of you, no more fighting." Delia covered her mouth and chuckled at the scene.
Ever since Pikachu joined this family, the atmosphere had become extremely lively.
And Delia also liked Pikachu very much. In her eyes, Pikachu was also a sensible child who would help with things and not cause trouble.
Moreover, his personality was somewhat similar to Ash's, making them seem quite well-matched.
With Delia's mediation, the chaotic scene was successfully resolved.
"Mmm! Delicious, Mom's cooking is the best." Ash dipped his food in ketchup and ate it in big mouthfuls.
One would think Ash hadn't eaten for days, because his appearance was indeed a bit exaggerated.
Pikachu also chirped twice with a smile, looking extremely happy.
Delia smiled gently, "Ash, Pikachu, don't eat so fast. You should chew slowly."
Seeing the two 'eating kings' devouring their food, Delia quickly reminded them.
However, since the two little ones were eating so happily, Delia felt a little more confident in her cooking.
"Got it, Mom." Ash responded while eating.
Although he said that, Ash only slightly restrained himself and didn't chew slowly.
There was nothing he could do, because it was simply too delicious, making Ash, who was already a big eater, unable to stop, completely unable to stop.
Eat well, eat with soul, those who eat well are superior!
"Burp~"
Ash and Pikachu both burped, their stomachs bloated like balls.
Clearly, their stomachs couldn't hold any more, but their mouths and hands wouldn't listen, which is why they ate so much.
After digesting for a moment, Ash helped wash the dishes, and after washing up, he and Pikachu returned to their room.
The first thing Ash did when he entered the room was to check on the Pokémon egg.
"Froakie, you must hold on." Ash looked at the egg in the incubator, a hint of worry on his face.
According to the normal hatching speed, the Pokémon egg would only need two or three days to Shell Smash.
In a few days, Ash would also graduate, and his journey was about to begin!
Pikachu lay on the bed and had already fallen fast asleep.
Ash took out the borrowed photo album to study Gardevoir and Milotic before bed, which was conducive to sleep.