Ichiraku Ramen Guy Novels & Stories

He’s mine. We ordered huge bowls of spicy miso ramen. When they arrived, steaming like cauldrons, I dove in without hesitation. I slurped the noodles, shoveled the rich pork chashu into my mouth, the heat of the spices warming me from the inside out. I ate with gusto, unselfconscious, laughing when broth splashed on my chin. Mace wiped it away with his thumb, his eyes crinkling with amusement and that deep, satisfied warmth.

As he begins to prepare our meal, a touch of gold chrysanthemum shows just around the edges of his collar. Like many of the Golden Chrysanthemums living along the West Coast, my yakuza brother owes his place in this country to my benevolent sponsorship. In exchange for providing occasional security, I give them the money they need to start their lives here, even providing funds for them to start their own businesses. This is why I never need to have a reservation nor pay to eat at Mitsuyama, a restaurant that once made a famous starlet wait outside in the rain for two hours because there were no available seats.

It was Nattie and I swiped through for the call to come in. “Hi, you. It’s a good thing you called. Do you consider Top Ramen a good enough noodle choice or should I keep looking? They have a few other ones here, let me check their names.” I bent my head and secured my phone between my shoulder and my ear so I could pick out the other choices stacked on the shelf. Nattie cut me off when she spoke and my hands froze against the nylon pack. “I’m sorry, Jay but I have to cancel.”

Catty announced and we both hurried towards the ride after getting out tickets… This time around only Catty kept screaming while I decided to take pictures and more videos as a reminder. I was gonna use it to make fun of her whenever I wanted.. Catty Began to puke when we got off the ride and we decided to rest a bit and get some junk food.. We found a ramen shop just around the place and went to eat some spicy ramen and chicken even though Catty wanted to try out a more fun ride before eating but of course I pulled her to the ramen shop before she could resist… After getting ourselves a table, it didn't take long for our orders to arrive and I picked up the chopsticks and immediately dug in

“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.

Very unfriendly of her. “How about you, aren’t you going to eat anything?” It took me some time to digest the fact that Travis was talking to me and not to Rabiya.. He even came to the point that he had to repeat what he said just so for me to recognize it. “Hey, Chuck! Did you hear me? I said, don’t you want to eat anything? You can get there if you wish. I recommend you the instant ramen. It’s freaking delicious. My big brother got it from a chinese department store somewhere on the neighboring town. I have not tried it yet, because I don’t really feel like eating spicy foods today, but yeah, that is spicy and I bet you are going to love it. So what are you waiting for, have it a try now!”

Getting out of my apartment, I hopped on my scooter and rode down to the coffee shop. I got to the Coffee shop five minutes before the resumption time. The shop was already opened which meant my boss, Mr. Norway was around. “Mr. Norway. Good morning.” I greeted immediately when I saw him. Mr. Norway happens to be a lone wolf like me. Since he lost his pack, he worked hard to fend for his wife and only son. “Jessica! Good morning!” He answered with excitement and vitality. “Is there a special occasion today? You seem pretty excited.” I added as I dropped my bag behind the counter and began to clean.

Meeting her has been the best that's happened to me. Dr. Ichika led me into the kitchen, which was just as beautiful as the rest of her home. Marble countertops gleamed under the warm light, and the cabinets were painted in a soft cream color. Everything smelled faintly of herbs and spices, and the space felt inviting, like it was meant to be filled with laughter and life. “Okay,” she said, rolling up her sleeves. “We’re going to make Ichiran ramen. It’s my specialty.” I tilted my head. “Ichiran? I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never had it before.”

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 saw a new shop, this shop was not there before. "Which shop is this?" I asked Tomo. "Just wait and see," Tomo said. We entered inside and it was the old man, the man that made ramen! I jumped up with tears of Joy and shouted, "Bokuwa Skida Tomo Chan!" (It means I love you in English) She then laughed, the old man was apparently with us in the ship all his while and I had no idea. I was literally wayward and did not notice but that is not the point. He was here and he was already teaching others ho to make ramen!