Golden Fox Ramen Novels & Stories

"Moshi Moshi! Good afternoon, Ma'am or Sir! This is Jutsiken Ramen House. May I know your order?" "What can I say here, Hyungs?" she asked on the other line. "Edi, you will probably say your orders!" "Just read what's on the paper." "Hello? Uh, three Shako-" "What Shako? That's Shio Riki!" "Is it Shio? I don't understand Wakin hyung's letter. Sorry Miss, let's take two. Three orders of Shio ramen, two Shoyu, and one Cashu rice." I wrote that on the paper and asked for their drinks.

“Don't worry. We'll all see where I wind up. I had an additional ten followers on my I*******m page today after a few photos and my audition video. I'm gonna make it big soon.” He held up his phone to me, and I was surprised to see the first slide was a fine shot of the lunch I had given him. My heart raced when I saw the food. A rich dish of ramen in a flavorful-looking broth, with tender slices of wagyu, and two soft-boiled marinated eggs, topped with a few premium extras like seafood and vegetables. Very delicious-looking. It whetted my appetite. I can't believe Mich had ordered this for me. So touching indeed. Little wonder he was upset I didn't get to eat it.

I was just flabbergasted now. We left the house the next second and walked to the new shop Owen was referring to. It was not far from the house. They sold typical Eastern food, including spicy ramyeon. I ordered a large portion of ramyeon with extra meat on top. When my order came, I felt even more guilty. Because I was eating alone, while Owen only ordered coffee. “You should have said from the start that you didn’t like ramyeon. I’ll wrap it up, and we can go to another shop you like,” I said.

Dorian pleaded, disregarding the discomforting glances he received from the other students nearby. Jeremy could understand why Dorian would do so. The Ramen Shop outside their campus―he heard, really served the best ramen around here. People could genuinely enjoy the authentic taste of asian ramen there. "Okay stop. I will go." Jeremy patted Dorian's shoulder to make him stop doing the embarrassing pose. Dorian shouted in joy, hearing Jeremy agree and put his hand around Jeremy's shoulder―dragging him to their decided destination. On the other side with the test coming to an end, Roy was utterly free and then with Christmas approaching, he was feeling way too idle.

She put two bowls of I don't know what it is in front of me and sat down in front of me. . . She gazed at me as if she wants me to open these bowl which was covered with a foil. But I couldn't know what it is exactly so I just stare back at her. . . . "Don't tell you don't eat instant ramyeon?" She remarked. "Don't tell me you want me to eat this cheap food," I asked back, getting her smirking and opening the ramyeon bowl. (A/N:- Instant noodles or instant ramen are noodles sold in a precooked and dried block with flavoring powder and/or seasoning oil. The flavoring is usually in a separate packet, although in the case of cup noodles, the flavoring is often loose in the cup.)

“We’re not close. I kind of feel like she doesn’t like me, haha. But you know me, I don’t really care about people who don’t like me.” “Yeah! You’re the queen of ignoring people!” I laughed. “That’s why bullies get even more pissed off at you.” “You, on the other hand, are the queen of reacting!” Jessica teased. We both burst into laughter. Our conversation paused as the food arrived. “Ramen, sushi & sashimi, and donburi. Is that your complete order?” the waiter asked. “Please add some lemon and cucumber juice,” I said. “Alright ma’am, I’ll serve it shortly,” he replied.

I used to think that ramen originated from Korea, mostly due to the fact that I always saw them having it in movies such as “Mr Queen” and What's Wrong With Secretary Kim?”, but actually, the origins of ramen can be traced back to Yokohama Chinatown in the early 20th century. The word "ramen" is a Japanese borrowing of the Chinese word lāmiàn (拉麵), meaning "pulled noodles", but is not derived from the northern Chinese dish of lamian. Instead, the dish evolved from southern Chinese noodle dishes from regions such as Guangzhou, reflecting the demographics of Chinese settlers in Yokohama. Ramen gained popularity in Japan, especially during food shortages following World War II. In 1958, instant

There were no lines and we were seated immediately. “What can we get you?” The waitress asked as soon as we sat at the table. “What do you want, love?” Gavin asked as he looked at the menu. “I want two servings of seafood ramen.” I simply said to him with a big smile on my face. I could smell the delicious scent of ramen in the air and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I looked at the menu. “Are you sure you can finish it, love?” He asked and I nodded at him. “Okay, we’ll have three orders of ramen, two home-brewed iced teas.” He said to the waitress before turning back on me. “How about dumplings?”

"Ni neng za wo de zhuozi shezhi ling yige wei zhi ma? Xie Xie." The waiter nodded. I giggled. "What did you say to him?" "I just asked him to set another place at my table. Even though Ramen originated in Japan, it's just as popular in China. The family that owns this place is originally from Hong Kong. Which is good, 'cause my Japanese is horrible." She nodded over her shoulder. "C'mon, let's go sit down." We walked through the busy restaurant to a small table about three-fourths of the way back, where the young man Sandy had spoken to was indeed placing a napkin, menu, and glass of water at a table, which only held a glass of iced tea on the far side.