I pulled over the red and white pattern and began to rinse the ramen. Noodle sawdust, exquisite length, good smell, taste of soup, which is very good job. I also know why Calcirust was replacing him.

I put the chopsticks in the basin every once in a while, and they wander off at a slow pace as I rest. Was it such a wonderful thing to ramen? I wonder if it's because I'm in a hurry.

I hold my mouth and swallow it, wrapping it with both hands. What a rich soup. Fresh and deep flavour. Um, that's good.