Golden Fox Ramen Novels & Stories

A young Japanese man in a red yukata stood in front of a thin, wooden podium holding what looked like a menu with pictures of different ramen bowls greeting customers as they entered. Rowena turned to me, the glow from the shop lights outlined her figure from head to toe. Her pale skin tinged with a subtle orange hue and emphasized her jet-black short hair. She smiled at me with her soft mauve lips as I reached her. "You brought me to a ramen place?" "It's the best in all of Hunstfield," she said plainly. I smirked. The shop wasn't big, but it was quite packed. We were brought to a booth fit for two and served hot tea the moment we sat down. The waiter then handed me a menu. I glanced at Row

There I saw a hand offering me a cup of hot chocolate. It was Francis “It is cold. If you don’t want to die like my rabbit, drink this” He really sees me as his rabbit… this guy… But he is right, I need to have some hot drinks or else I would freeze to death… but instead of hot chocolate… I think I want some hot soup… barbeque isn’t that heavy meal. I am still a bit hungry… “You don’t like it?” “Um… a bit. Do you know any shop that sells noodles? Hot soup… ramen?”

Those guys had influenced him so much that Jack's brain had been brainwashed thinking he's Japanese already. "What's that,' I asked curiously and pointed at the food. "It's called Ramen and it's delicious, Johan. Trust me, you got to try this and you will see,' he began eating and savoring the food and humming as he continued eating. He even knows the name of the food.

“I wonder who can understand. “Damn, isn’t this obviously robbery? Are you blackmailing me that I cannot read?” "Ahem." Louise cleared her throat. "What's the Golden Armor everywhere mean?" "This is fried rice. It contains a variety of expensive ingredients. The rice ingredients are also very particular. Even the water used to wash the rice is French mineral water. The original price is 5,000 yuan. Mr. Gu is a member of our company, and the discount is 3,000 yuan. You can't buy this anywhere else. It's very valuable," the male waiter said respectfully.

"I need ramen. But I do not know which flavor she wants. So give me one of everything you have. Every single type." The staff exchanged glances. Shrugged and started preparing his order. Fifteen minutes later, Grayson walked out carrying three large bags of takeout. At least ten different containers of ramen. Various flavors. Various styles. He put them in the backseat. Then started driving toward the twenty-four-hour grocery store. His phone buzzed. A text from Shayla. "Buy cotton candy and marshmallows and grilled pork and sparkling water!" Grayson sighed, shook his head and smiled despite himself.

she replied amused and I stood there watching as she repeated the sequence with other packs of ramen that were on the counter. "So there are no seasonings?" "It comes in the ramen pack," "Okay," I uttered continued the internal battle with my 'boujee-ness'. . . . . . . . .

Ramen is my favourite food from all the food. "Sure Let's go!" I said. "Do you know any shop here which sells the best ramen?" Alex asked me. But I don't knkw anything about this place. "No i probably forgot. Let's go to that place. That one is looking good" I said while pointing at a shop which is across the street. We went in and then ordered our food. After thirty minute or more than that we finished and went outside. When we went outside we saw Reign coming out from a shop.

I lift my phone over her so I can see the screen and start placing the delivery order for everyone… Funny, I don’t need to ask anyone what they like… Even funnier, Jonny and Spin eat virtually the same damn thing! Spin arrives just before the food arrives, and he’s surprised when I’m sorting through everything and slide the General Tso Chicken that’s labeled not spicy across the table to him. Jonny also gets General Tso Chicken extra spicy with sesame seeds. Meme has a box of shrimp fried rice, that’s it… Like what a two-year-old would eat, just not mine. Mine has a Beef with Broccoli combo with pork fried rice and actually eats the broccoli and egg roll! I have steamed triple jade and a hap

He spoke to her, she raised her head as she finished it. "Yes, can I have the ramen now?" She asked with a soft tone. She needed something spicy and full of meat. She loved how hot ramen was and how they reminded of the sweet and spicy things. "Of course." He said as he leaned in and gave her the ramen. She opened the golden bowl. And sniffed it hard. She groaned. "It was made by chef Lu, he is from Korea. He is the most expensive chef in New York, and I promise you, you will want more." Linda whispered and nodded with a smile. She seemed strict and sweet, they made sure she was well pleased and served.

"I take my soup very seriously, Elena. Level three is nothing." "All right," I said. "I'll get the standard miso ramen with extra bamboo shoots." The cook wrote down our order and turned back to the boiling pots. Five minutes later, two wide ceramic bowls were placed in front of us. John’s bowl was a deep red color, floating with chili oil and sliced scallions. My bowl was light brown, topped with a soft-boiled egg cut in half, seaweed, and a pile of bamboo shoots. John picked up his wooden chopsticks, broke them apart, and took a large spoonful of the red broth before taking a bite of the noodles.