Golden Fox Ramen Novels & Stories

Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate. "Look sharp, we're already home." Alexander said suddenly, startling me a bit. I pulled myself from my naughty thoughts and looked around: the grassy plains we'd been crossing was giving way to a settlement now. Houses sprang up along the dirt road we were crossing—small, homely houses with female wolves doing their washing at the back and little wolves playing at the front. Immediately Alexander's horse walked in, they all chanted: "Alpha! Alpha!" I watched as Alexander waved to his people with a smile. I looked around, catching a few stares thrown my way. Some were curious, others were pla

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'. . . . . . . . .

hanging out. Jesse looked to his right and saw this quaint little hipster ramen house that said 'No Wi-Fi' on the glass doors. The place looked veritable, though he doubted they served authentic Japanese noodle soup. Lots of phony hole-in-the-wall type of restaurants had popped up all over the city in the past decade. Jesse rarely went to these places. He had his own list of trusted diners, delis and cafés that he frequented, and this one right here was definitely not it.

Good thing Damien got a reservation yesterday. The three of us picked up the menu to find out what we wanted. I glanced down thinking about what to eat. There were so many things catching my interest but tonight I was in the mood for Ramen. It is been a while since I had those. I will go for that Ramen cooked In chicken broth with grilled chicken . For my drink I decided on expresso martini. “Baby have you made a choice?” I looked towards my daughter. “No, mum. I am confused,” she looked up at me with a cute frown on her forehead.

Instead of that, he took the effort to step up and ask Ryan Dixon, "Ryan Dixon, what did you have for breakfast?" Ryan Dixon displayed a grimace and gazed at him in an odd manner. He stared at him as though he were a mentally ill person who had failed to take his medication. His icily delivered response was, "Steamed rice noodles." Jeff Gray took the bag of glutinous rice topped with chicken from his desk in a manner that was completely natural. Just now, Ryan Dixon crammed the backpack into the space available to him in his seat. After that, he remarked in a casual manner, "Today we will be having glutinous rice with chicken." This is what appeals to me the most.