Ichiraku Ramen Guy Novels & Stories

Still having flashback memories of how he stepped out of the house, how he drove away. Everything kept crashing. "But Dr. Rami is right. It can't be. It cannot work. I shouldn't give a chance to the wrong person. Dr. Rami is the one who has been there for me all through, and I plan on keeping it that way." I soon got to the convenience store, and after walking around their rows of goods, I finally decided to go for simple ramen noodles because that was the fastest thing to prepare. I got a little snack to top it all up.

She said and I nodded. "I recommend you to try the japanese style salmon steak here. It's their best menu." I said and she turned her attention to the menu book again. "I'll order that then." She said simply. "Okay. How about you dad?" I turned to my dad who's sitting next to me. "I'm craving the ramen." My dad said. "Ramen?" I heard Ivory mumbling and I turned to her. "You want to try the ramen?" I asked and she flinched when I ask her.

"How many times have I warned you and your brothers to stop calling me by my first name?" The boy shrugged but remained quiet. The frown that plastered his face portrayed the image of someone who had been starved for three days. "Anyway," Ejima continued, "I don't blame you. But the day I will lay my hands on you, you will understand the difference between hospitality and hospitalize," She picked up the half yam and arrange them into the basket. "Ichie Uche said I should call you. It is urgent," The boy grumbled and disappeared through the leaves.

Axel is a lot more attentive than I gave him credit for. He starts up the episode and he shrugs off his sneakers and places his feet on my coffee table. I close my eyes and count down from ten to calm myself. “Every time I see ramen noodles on Naruto, I have the urge to book a flight to Korea just to try the ramen Naruto eats.” He says with a sigh. “I see on I*******m the other day, there’s a Uzumaki restaurant that sells that Ramen.” I tell him. His eyes go wide, he pauses Naruto and looks at me. “Fuck we should totally go there. We do not even have to take my brothers. You know what I change my mind, Beckett isn’t good enough for you. I want you now.” he says

"This ramen's one of Aspen's favorite among the menu. He goes here, thrice a week." "You searched really hard!" I commented with so much amazement. He gave me an arrogant scoff. "This is me, what would you expect?" "Then, what if the staffs on this place recognized us and when Aspen and I will visit here soon, they'll remember me with you?" I asked him. He stopped for a bit and later on, shrugged. This guy, he forgot the negative effect of how we recklessly entered this shop because of his excitement to the ramen. He's prioritizing the food than our game! Right!

“Oh my god. This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Marry me, ramen.” His eyebrow twitched. “Are you seriously proposing to noodles?” “They’re hot, reliable, and don’t brood at me 24/7. So yeah.” The corner of his mouth almost curved. Almost. But instead, he leaned back with his own cup, hoodie still glaringly pink in the glow of the tiny bedside lamp. Then, mid-bite, it hit me. “Wait. How are we even paying for this? Didn’t the bank guy call you a scammer?”

We strided out of the place in few minutes and we were on the lanes once again. We entered to the city of Akihabara as we drove through the streets and stopped at a place called Yamano. It was a small meat restaurant in Akihabara with only 17 seats. Zen told me that Yamano serves finest quality of A5 rank Japanese beef and some of the most rare part of meat. As well as Yakiniku (Japanese style BBQ) dish, hot pot dishes are their another specialty. I was excited as well as curious at how amazing it must taste to earn such a feat to be called the best maet restaurant. We walked into the restaurant as we were greeted by a elderly woman leading us to our seats. She handed us the menu. I looked a

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

Kirito looked at her. "Well... Shit" "Indeed" Jericho said with a smirk as he sat inside a roadside ramen shop with a bowl of ramen in front of him. He took the chopsticks and joined his hands "So tell me, can you resist the temptation?" - To be continued

I pecked his cheek and took the bowl from him with a smile. “It smells delicious. Thanks,” I said before digging into the ramen. It was not your typical ramen. It was authentic Japanese ramen with spices and all. Camden was a great cook. He enjoyed it and said it was one way that he always decompressed. It was his stress reliever. It worked well because I enjoyed cooking too. I would enjoy cooking together. That was certain. I had a feeling that we could get my love of food back on track. He sat next to me and dug into his food as well. We at in companionable silence until we heard a car door shut. My head whipped around, and my heart started beating faster.