Ichiraku Ramen Guy Novels & Stories

Next, we entered a Japanese restaurant there. “What do you want to order?” “You go first. I’m still thinking.” “Okay, I want the Special Package, please?” he said to the server. After turning the menu, I finally decided, “Beef Hot Ramen, please. Not too spicy, please.” “What beverage do you want? I want hot Ocha,” he said. Ocha was a Japanese tea. I nodded. “Okay, me too. So two hot Ochas,” I said to the server.

However, in this situation, the only thing ringing in my head was, Please don't ban us from this restaurant, pretty please. My heart nearly stopped when a short, older man with a quirky hairstyle came out from the back. The pristine white chef's jacket he wore proudly declared his title: JR, owner of the restaurant renowned for its authentic Japanese cuisine. This claim felt almost arrogant, but was undoubtedly justified by the delicious food we had.

In our office, Dino is the only one that I can trust. "Where are we going?" Dino asked while we're taking the way out of the station. I smiled at him and replied, "We are going back to him, to the ramen shop owner." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kiert Hujim, the owner of the new established ramen shop was about to hop inside his car when he suddenly got a call. Distracted, he decided to check on it before going inside. Kiert stood by the car's door and shoved his hand in his inner pocket. When he checked his phone, he saw an unknown number. Though he doesn't have any idea from whom it

I was sitting slumped over a table, my headband on sideways, staring at a blister on my thumb. Kimura walked over, as fresh as he had been six hours ago. He set a glass of water in front of me. “You are slow,” he said. “You break three glasses. You drop a California roll on a woman’s head.” “In my defense,” I croaked, “she had wings. She took up a lot of airspace.” Kimura almost smiled. It was a brief, terrifying expression. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, handwritten card. “Tomorrow. Seven o’clock. Table one. Best view of the teppan.”

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.

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.

The man pointed to Kiyoko before returning to cooking. “Okay. So we have ramens. Egg ramens, shrimps, chicken, beef. We also have inari. Or our original! I recommend you to take the original or the inari! We have delicious inari.” Kiyoko said, mentioning the ingredients one by one.

Lucy Matt took my head and pulled me along into the building. “We’re going to at least find out what kind of ramen you like today.” “Okay.” We got to the restaurant. Everyone seemed to recognize Matt, but when they looked at me, I could feel their dismissal. Matt pulled me through the restaurant with his arm around my waist and walked me to the bar in front of a man in a white jacket. The man smiled pleasantly and bent his head. “A pleasure to see you, Mr. Chance.”

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

Cladius shook his hand near his mouth. The servants pointed at my daughter. "Maze?" The general looked at Maximaze. There was a hint of frustration in his voice. I . . . did not see that coming. Maze was the one who prepared the ramen? “That’s my token of appreciation, General. They said ramen is to your liking so I gave you one of my favourite ramen.” Maze took a sip from her bowl. “Aren't generals brave? That's why I gave you spicy food, because generals are brave enough to encounter such heat and coldness. That’s what people said.”