Vol 4 Chapter 3 (1/2)
“Hey Mister! Another bowl of sorruz!” Ranta exclaier as soup and noodles dribbled from his full mouth
The only place to get sorruz noodles around here was from a small food stand in Altana’s southern district in the food court area for common laborers Sorruz was a soupy, salty dish made from thinly cut, yelloheat noodles with stewed ht it was totally delicious, and there was a clear divide between people who liked it and people who didn’t At least on the first bite
The problerow on you and after a period of not having any, you would start craving it After a while, it would become an addiction You’d want to have a bowl once every ten—no, five… wait, three—days
A huge pile of empty sorruz boas stacked next to Ranta’s face on the counter Seven, to be precise, and Ranta was fervently working on conquering the eighth He had ordered the ninth just now and it would be arrivinghot He wasn’t exaggerating when he said that it was fucking scalding hot But he didn’t have time to blow on the noodles to cool them
He had probably burned several layers of skin off in the insides of his er even taste the flavor His stomach was also at the point of rebellion It was so full and swollen, he looked like he was pregnant or so to eat was torture, but Ranta didn’t stop One hth boas finished
“Eight down!” Ranta exclaimed as the ninth was put before him
His eyes teared up fro off the fresh bowl The delicious smell from a perfect combination of onions, carrots, chicken bone broth, and fatty pork would’ve been enough toRanta felt was the agony of heartburn
“You okay, kid?” the cook and owner of the stand peeked out froard Ranta
Ranta nodded, wiping his broith the back of his hand His face was dripping with sweat, snot froross by anyone’s account, but Ranta didn’t care
“Here I go!” Ranta dug into bowl nu the noodles down even as he felt like they were going to come back up
He hurriedly pressed both hands to histo throw up He would never, ever throw up He couldn’t let hi to eat, eat, and eat the shi+t out of these noodles
“Let’s do it Start a shop” His friend; his cozo’s face appeared in his mind’s eye, exactly like it was that tiht up like that before “But I don’t want it to be sorruz, I want to make it a ra with the flavor And once we’ve got it right, let’s do it Let’s open a shop”
“Yeah, let’s do it,” Ranta zo couldn’t hear him
So all he could do noas eat Eat, eat, and eat sozo had liked so much Eat until he couldn’t eat more, then eat more Eat until he was fuller than full, until he didn’t want to eat any more, then eat more Eat, eat, eat
“Ughhhhh…” Ranta groaned But he had to keep eating because… because… “Because you won’t be able to eat ever again”
Right, partner? No zo wanted to eat now, he couldn’t anyonna eat instead What was the point of doing soive a shi+t either It just felt like the right thing to do He couldn’t help feeling that way and he couldn’t stop hi it
“Mister! Another bowl!”
“Look, kid…” the shop owner started to protest
“It’s fine!” Ranta cut hi another!”
“A-alright…”