Life-and-death battle of earth ramen

in the first two days of arriving in Kyoto, I had not recovered from switching to the Japanese channel. I couldn't tell the exit from Kyoto Station and asked the ticket inspector for a long time, but in the end, I had to solve it in English. When I went shopping with my friends, my friend said that she often saw maiko (maiko) in this area, but my first reaction was: what?!. Is Michael your friend or what? So, when my friend Ye Sang and I stood in a ramen shop and listened to the muscular little brother of the ramen shop crackling a lot of Japanese, all I could remember was probably "No ramen left". This ramen shop, located in Fujie, south of Kyoto, is famous for its huge portion of ramen and that my brother will be unhappy if he can't finish it. Search the store on the review website Tabelog and you will see the following scary comment: "this store is a good partner for poor students!" "the first bite is delicious, and the second bite is spiritual practice!" Now, I think it was because I had a brain cramp that I thought of going to such a ramen restaurant to die. However, recalling the eagerness to eat a big bowl of ramen noodles that day, it was not incomprehensible. Even on the way to the ramen shop with Ye Sang, I couldn't help singing the song of the earth ramen noodles. By the way, this ramen shop is called "ramen noodles". There is a big sign hanging in front of the shop, which reads: "think about the size of the earth." It probably means that their bowls full of ramen and barbecued pork look as round as the earth. Over time, the nickname of earth ramen spread.

Open the door of the earth ramen shop, and on the right is a ramen ticket machine. You can choose 1.5 to 3.5 times the amount of ramen noodles, as well as a variety of violent and bloody options such as double barbecued pork. I chose the most conservative 1.5 times the amount of ramen noodles and chose double barbecued pork. The price is about one thousand yen. The storefront is not big, and after a rough calculation, there are only about ten seats. Out of curiosity, Ye Sang, who originally did not eat ramen, followed me into the store to have a look. I chose the most innermost seat to sit down, and Ye Sang stood behind me waiting for ramen. When the ramen chef saw this picture of a girl waiting for a boy to eat ramen, he joked with us: "No, no, no." It means that this boy is really popular. Later, as soon as the ramen was served, Ye Sang drank a mouthful of soup full of fat curiously and escaped out of the store like a sick man. Popular, my ass!

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the result of ordering double barbecued pork is that I have no idea where to get the chopsticks in front of this bowl of ramen. A pile of bean sprouts and barbecued pork are about to spill out, and they are sprinkled with large patches of minced garlic and chili powder. I finally picked a place where it was not easy to touch the ingredients out of the bowl before I laid the chopsticks. The first mouthful of barbecued pork really tastes satisfying, with heavy grease and smelly pork aroma pervading the mouth, but as the food review said, the second mouthful is spiritual practice. While eating, I thought that the original flavor of Yifengtang White Pill is probably equal to that of three pieces of barbecued pork on ramen noodles on the earth. With the ambition of eating 3.5 times ramen noodles, I was defeated before I finished eating the ingredients on the ramen bowl. But the muscle brother said that ramen is not allowed to be left, and he will not be happy if he can't finish it. What happens if you are unhappy? They may be dragged behind the counter and beaten or beeped. Thinking like this, I stuck to it. However, after finally eating the ingredients, when I saw 1.5 times the thick noodles floating out, I felt another impulse in my desperate heart. I really wanted to be like Sakuragi with a basketball buckle on his head. I picked up the ramen bowl and slammed it on the little brother's head and then stormed the door and fled. So I can't help but blame myself, why should I choose the one that is closest to the inside? after the buckle, I am sure to be stopped by a few poor students who are good friends in the ramen shop next to me. Then again, the three students sitting next to me have a good appetite.

the trio looked as if they had just finished exercise, ate a lot of food, and did not change their color in the face of ramen noodles estimated to be 2.5 or 3.5 times. I watched them for a while and found that the student sitting next to me and the student farthest from me looked a little unable to eat. Hem, ramen shop buddies and poor students are what they are today, I thought to myself. As a result, the two men readily poured the endless ramen to a dead fat student sitting among them, who poured the pile of giant ramen into his stomach after only two mouthfuls of hula. This is cheating. Hey! Examiner, come here! You can't do that! Why don't you help me eat Fatty Sang? Fatso-sang, don't go. Hey! After the three students finished eating, they said, "Thank you for your hospitality." they picked up their schoolbags and walked away. Taken together, it seems that they entered the store a few minutes later than I did. But why is there more than half a bowl of ramen in my bowl? It's not scientific. By the way, Ye Sang, who escaped from the store, is still waiting for me. She must be worried about me, too. Thinking in this way, I retreated the button on my belt two frames, drank a mouthful of ice water, and fought hard again. Some people might say, isn't it like eating a buffet? Just enlarge your stomach. But have you ever seen a buffet that only allows you to eat one kind of ramen and can't finish it? The end result of that day was that I even said "Thank you for hospitality" so feebly that I finally met Ye Sang, who was waiting for me at the door and was bitten by mosquitoes after holding the wall and walking out of the ramen shop.

the effect of earth ramen is so powerful that I only ate two brass gongs before dinner the next day, and I'm not hungry at all. He is really a good companion of poor students. That's enough, ramen or something. That night, while eating the Wakamoto brand stomach medicine handed by Ye Sang, I was thinking. But then I ate three bowls of ramen noodles in Fukuoka without learning the lesson. Alas, what should I do with this habit of eating ramen without killing me? Finally, after eating the earth ramen, I went back to look for Tabelog's comments, only to find that some people could not finish eating and left, and all the ramen could do was to show a sad smile. Well, next timeWhen I go to this kind of store again, I must bring a mobile phone that can surf the Internet.