"So… where's this Pokémon stealing your yaks' food?" Su Feng asked.
Xiao Da, currently petting Combusken like a housecat (clearly a seasoned viewer of Su Feng's streams), snapped to attention. "Oh! It's at the other yak herd. It doesn't hurt the yaks as long as it's fed, so I left it there to pick you up."
"Let's go solve the problem, then?"
"Sure!" Xiao Da hopped onto her horse, gesturing for Su Feng to take the second one.
Su Feng stared at the towering steed. After a hesitant pause, he mimicked her move and awkwardly mounted it.
"Ready?" Xiao Da asked.
"Yep," Jin replied.
"Wait… how do you ride a horse?" Su Feng raised his hand like a nervous student.
Though he'd fantasized about riding Ponyta, Su Feng had zero experience with actual horses. Sitting stiffly, he gripped the reins like they might bite him. (Ponyta's magic flames auto-pilot! Regular horses? Not so much.)
"You can't ride a horse!?" Xiao Da gasped, as if he'd confessed to never using a spoon.
Su Feng: "…No one's perfect."
Xiao Da had always seen Su Feng as an all-knowing legend. Discovering this flaw made him oddly relatable.
"Just sit tight. Your horse will follow mine. Don't tug the reins!" she instructed.
"Got it," Su Feng replied, meek as a first-grader.
[LOL, Feng's weakness exposed!]
[Finally something I'm better at than him!]
[Xiao Da's so patient. Adorable!]
Su Feng glared at the chat. "Shut up!"
After a bumpy ride (Su Feng: Why does horseback feel like a washing machine?!), they arrived at the "food thief's" location.
Su Feng paled at the sight: a mountain-sized Pokémon shoveling fruit into its mouth like a conveyor belt.
[Whoa! That thing's HUGE!]
[It just swallowed a durian WHOLE. Spikes and all!]
[How many apples was that? 20? 30? No cores!?]
Su Feng eyed the fruit pile. "…Why are your yaks eating fruit?"
Xiao Da shrugged. "Balanced diet! We buy discounted overripe stuff to reduce waste."
As they approached, a middle-aged herder—Xiao Da's father—rushed over, mistaking Jin (still atop Ponyta) for the expert.
"Finally, the specialist's here!" Mr. Da thrust a pack of Huazi cigarettes at Jin. "C'mon, take one!"
Jin: "…No thanks. Also, he's the expert."
Mr. Da turned to Su Feng, who was wobbling off his horse, green-faced.
"Uh… Welcome, Specialist!" Mr. Da recovered smoothly. "Cigarette?"
Su Feng waved him off. "Pass."
Mr. Da led them to the Snorlax, now lazily munching a watermelon like a grape. "This glutton shows up every fruit delivery day! How's it even know our schedule!?"
"It smells the food," Su Feng explained. "This is Snorlax, the Sleeping Pokémon. Class S+ glutton—eats 400 kg daily, sleeps 20 hours, repeat. Its stomach could digest a tire. Even Muk's sludge is a condiment to it."
[400 KG?! That's like 8 of me!]
[Who uses themselves as a unit??]
[Snorlax: "Muk-flavored chips? Delish."]
Mr. Da nodded. "Our yaks tried headbutting it. It swatted them away like flies. Otherwise… harmless?"
Su Feng grinned. "Exactly. Danger level: 0.5/10. Unless you interrupt its meal."