OBS Chapter 1 When did you learn how to make ramen?
Chapter 1 When did you learn how to make ramen?
"Yuta Shirakawa, one serving of signature tonkotsu and one serving of miso ramen."
"no problem."
"Shirakawa, another serving of spicy tonkotsu!"
"it is good."
"And one serving of miso!"
"understood."
……
Thank you for your patronage. We look forward to welcoming you again!
In a ramen shop on a street corner in Senjincho, Hachioji City, Tokyo, Sena Chiba finally got a break after serving the last table of customers.
She slumped into a chair, gently rubbing her aching arms, and looked at Shirakawa Yuta, who was still wiping the table and finishing up the last bit of work not far away, her eyes full of suspicion.
Her beautiful eyes blinked, and after a long while, she finally couldn't help but ask, "When did you secretly learn how to make ramen? I've never seen you make it before!"
Just this afternoon, as the ramen shop was preparing its food and about to open, Chiba Hoshina's father, Chiba Daio, received a call from the hospital in his hometown of Oshima Town.
The doctor said on the phone that Chiba Sena's grandmother had suddenly fallen ill and fainted at home, and that he should rush back immediately.
If this were in another ramen shop, losing one person wouldn't have a significant impact.
After all, the broth and side dishes such as char siu have already been prepared, and the noodles have also been pre-cut and packaged by machine.
When someone orders, simply cook the noodles in boiling water and then place them in the prepared broth.
However, "Chiba Handmade Ramen" is a bit different. As the name suggests, their specialty is handmade ramen made on-site.
Compared to machine-made noodles, handmade noodles are not only chewy and springy, but also more in line with a certain morbid and somewhat distorted social culture of everyday life.
The nickname "Ramen Master" is often mentioned jokingly by regular customers at the shop.
However, this signature dish has become a problem at this moment, as only Chiba Daio in the family knows how to make handmade ramen, and even his wife Chiba Omi, who is visiting her parents' home in nearby Hino City, does not know how.
The sweltering summer heat is unbearable.
The prepared ingredients, especially the fermented dough and broth, definitely won't last until the next day in this hot weather.
Moreover, Chiba Daio didn't want to ruin his reputation over a few ingredients.
Just as he hardened his heart and decided to waste those materials,
His distant nephew, Shirakawa Yuta, who had just returned from school and was temporarily staying at his house, stepped forward.
He skillfully picked up the portioned dough, kneaded it cleanly, rolled it out, and stretched it. In just five minutes, he placed a bowl of cooked noodles in front of Chiba Daio, who had just packed up his things and was preparing to go home.
The astonished expression on Chiba Daio's face at that time still keeps replaying in Chiba Sena's mind.
Upon hearing the question, Shirakawa Yuta paused in his work, not answering the question directly, but instead replying naturally in the same tone as always:
"It's been almost half a year, and you're still Shirakawa Yuta? If Hoshina doesn't want to get scolded by Uncle Chiba, she'd better call me 'Oni-san' (older brother). Of course, if Hoshina is willing to call me 'Oni-chan' (older brother), I'd be happy to accept it."
"Don't even think about it, you idiot!"
Chiba Hoshina's pretty face was filled with resistance and resentment.
"Is that so? If someone doesn't want Uncle Chiba to know that they're an underground idol, then that's for the best..."
Yuta Shirakawa watched the girl's figure quickly run upstairs, the words "Onii-san" that Chiba Sena had just shouted while suppressing her anger echoing in his ears, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Although a soul from another world resides in this young body, he still can't resist teasing his cute, adopted younger sister.
After hearing a loud door slam down upstairs, Shirakawa Yuta leisurely picked up the mop beside him and began the final cleaning.
Night fell, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the ramen shop, Shirakawa Yuta didn't rush to sleep. Instead, he sat by the window, letting the moonlight shine on him.
The problem tonight wasn't that he was deliberately avoiding it; it was that he genuinely didn't know how to answer it.
With a light tap of the finger in the air, a pale blue, almost transparent screen appeared before my eyes.
[Character: Yuta Shirakawa]
Intelligence: 7 (normal level is 5)
【Strength: 5】
[Stamina: 4.5 (4+0.5)]
【Charm: 7.7】
【equipment:
1. An ordinary but reasonably good rolling pin (green).
Effects: 1. After using it, you can master the skills of rolling and pulling noodles.
2. Stamina increased by 0.5 (an extra bonus for green quality).
Description: Crafted from carefully selected pear wood from Mount Takao, this ramen shop embodies ten years of hard work by its owner and reflects the responsibilities of his family.
The equipment slot is the reason he suddenly learned how to roll dough, and it's also the cheat code he gained after transmigrating.
In my previous life, I had just finished the college entrance exam when I stumbled upon a stroke of good luck by saving a little girl.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on an island called Izu Oshima, about 120 kilometers from downtown Tokyo, and had become a student who had just entered junior high school.
If you are familiar with geography, then you should be familiar with the name Izu Oshima.
This island is home to Mount Mihara, one of the world's three largest mobile volcanoes, making it a great place for hiking, sightseeing, and hot springs.
The island's residents mostly make a living from tourism, including Yuta Shirakawa's parents.
I opened a small hot spring inn on Izu Oshima. The income wasn't much, but it was enough to support my family.
When Shirakawa Yuta first transmigrated, he was fine, finding everything novel and exciting.
My mood immediately turned somber after I learned one day that the volcano on the island was active.
He spent his entire three years of junior high school in fear, always worried that one day the earth's crust would move and cause a volcano to erupt suddenly. He didn't know if he would have another chance.
Especially after realizing he didn't have any special abilities, he studied even harder, determined to leave this place.
Fortunately, academic studies in Japan are not difficult, especially math and English, which were particularly challenging for him, a student who had just finished his college entrance exams.
Finally, he successfully gained admission to Meitoku Private High School, a top-tier private high school located in Hachioji City, with a high score of 72, thus escaping the shadow of the volcanic eruption.
Just when he had set his sights on getting into a prestigious university in Tokyo and then taking the civil service exam to coast through and swindle taxpayers' money, the system arrived.
He arrived at the perfect time, just when he was full of fighting spirit and ready to make a big splash.
However, he didn't hold any grudges. In any case, the system's appearance was definitely beneficial, at least providing him with another, more exciting possibility for the future.
After carefully reading through the system panel, Shirakawa Yuta gradually came to understand.
After equipping it, you will not only automatically gain the relevant proficiency, but the attributes will also increase with the grade.
He had already experienced both of these things this afternoon, and they were quite good.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, contemplating the possibilities of the future after having the system.
The most important thing, of course, is to make money. He is currently staying at his relatives' house, living under their roof. Although the Chiba family treats him very well, he still feels somewhat uncomfortable.
He also wanted to buy property in Tokyo and bring his parents out of that damned volcano.
Despite having a decent grasp of geography, he had very little confidence in the topic of Japanese crustal movement.
However, Tokyo's housing prices...
Cough cough, Shirakawa Yuta made up his mind: make money, make money, and fucking make money!