It was a middle-aged man with a bulky build.
It was possible to assume that he was about mid-40s.
Cheol-ho tilted his head as if he had seen him once, and soon realized that he was the man he saw in the square during the day.
It was the man who was walking with his shoulders shaking quite badly .
“Oh, I’m sorry if you don’t sell ramen.”
Was there a reason he was asking for ramen? Cheol-ho tilted his head but searched the cupboard.
Ramen is still popular these days.
The price had gone up further, and the taste has changed a bit since they used other ingredients instead of the usual flour noodles. Still, the cheap substitute for a meal was no different than 30 years ago.
The man looked very depressed. The man also asked carefully.
“How much would a bowl of ramen cost?”
He said a low cost on purpose. The man’s eyes were bright for a moment.
“May I ask you for five bowls, then?”
“Five bowls? Can you eat that much?”
“Yes, of course. I’m begging you.”
The man bent his back as he stretched. Cheol-ho tilted his head and looked at the man with his ability, detect eye.
-Class Achievement: Lowest
-Acquisition ability: Awarded
If one used the detect eye , he could see it in this way.
The ability to eat and eat was the ability that even the ironclad knew. One of Cheol-ho’s past colleagues had the ability to own it.
‘You get stronger as you eat food.’
It also affected the quality of what was used as an ingredient For example, eating a high-grade monster would help someone achieve some results. If they ate more than that, they could become as strong, as much as they ate.
There were two problems with the eating ability.
First, the early stages were too weak. After eating the meat of a moderately strong monster, it showed excellent abilities, but it was too weak in the beginning.
They were hungry no matter how much they ate.
If they made a certain level of achievement, it was much less then, but it had always been a hungry ability from the beginning.
The man’s stomach was constantly growling.
Cheol-ho stared at him and then went into the kitchen.
However, Cheol-ho knew very well that a person who had the ability to eat extensively was suffering from unbearable hunger. It reminds him of his past colleague’s abilities.
This ability is a good one but it had so many downfalls.
‘Perhaps, if your tendenvy wasntt good… …you’d have ignored the hunger even if you were a glutton.’
But good people were always struggling. In turbulent times, Cheol-ho knew that good people died first.
He felt strange. Thirty years ago, Cheol-ho looked somewhat sad when he thought he was still a teenager.
He boiled the water in a large pot.
What food did he think of the most when he was hungry?
In the case of Cheol-ho, it wasn’t chicken or pizza, nor was it jokbal or bossam. It was ramen. Not Japanese-style ramen, just instant noodles.
Considering the spicy soup and the chewy-ness, he used to swallow finish a whole cup without even realizing it.
Boiling ramen was no different.
First the water had to be boiled, then the noodles had to be out in the soup or stock . You can put the whole noodle in, but he preferred to split it in half.
In the past, he actually liked to add different ingredients to ramen. Now, it was best to put the ingredients included in instant ramen and then add one or two eggs while it is boiling.
It was hard to see eggs these days, so Cheol-ho decided to slice the Ataho steak into thin slices and put it on the ramen instead.
He cut the grilled ataho sirloin that was from earlier. There were quite a bit of leftovers left.
Originally, he was going to leave it like that and eat it again tomorrow morning with a little sauce, but he changed his mind.
‘If you’re a glutton, if you’re not good at acquiring abilities, this will have a pretty good effect on this man.’
If one thought the fried noodles were properly boiled then the pot should be covered with a lid for 10 seconds. Then pour the noodles onto a plate.
Cheol-ho smiled pleasantly, looking at the bowl full of ramen.
The man was startled and looked down at the meat in front of him.
“Our store originally offers services to our opening customers. Come again next time.”
The man looked at Cheol-ho and soon bowed his head.
The man turned his eyes to two plates of meat and a huge bowl with five bags of ramen.
First, he grabbed the noodles with chopsticks as hard as he could and lifted them up. Then blew at it to cool the noodles. As it cooled down, the smell of ramen spread everywhere.
No matter how cheap ramen was, its unique smell always made anyone hungry. Holding the noodles with his chopsticks, the man lifted the bowl with his other hand and slurped the noodles once.
He opened his mouth wide and inhaled the scent of the noodles. Nearly a bag of noodles disappeared in one bite. The man chewed the noodles and drank the soup.
Cheolho looked at the figure with a pleased expression on his face. The man emptied out a bowl containing five bags of ramen. After drinking the soup, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the meat plate.
Cheolho, who was watching, slid across the fork and knife.
The man bowed his head, holding the fork and slicing the meat with the knife.
“Oh my God, the meat is so thick!”
While shaking his head in disbelief, the man looked at the meat for a while as if he was ecstatic.
A man nodded at Cheol-ho’s words.
The man smiled and took the meat to his mouth. And he closed his eyes slightly while chewing. Yes, that kind of meat should be savored and eaten.
Cheolho liked such a man.
the man slowly ate the Ataho meat pieces quietly.
Then, he took out a wrinkled bill from his pocket.
“Sir. I’m sorry for the mess of the money. I really enjoyed the meal. Thank you.”
Cheol-ho stared hard at the back of the man leaving the store.
The man visited the restaurant for a while after that.
His orders were always consistent when he came. Five bowls of ramen. It was the cheapest food in the restaurant.
Whenever he came, Cheolho deliberately served other side dishes as a ‘service.’
He used to come to the restaurant with an extremely hungry face every time, bowing his head and emptying his plate clean , then going back.
It was a great pleasure to have a customer who enjoyed the food. The man always emptied his plate neatly so as not to leave a drop of soup, and thanks to that, Cheol-ho greeted him by trying various dishes every day.
On the other hand, he was curious. What the hell was he doing for a living?
Then came one early morning.
On his way back from shopping in the morning for the first time in a long time, Cheol-ho saw the back of a familiar man. He assumed he failed to find a job again today.
The man pulled something out of his backpack and put it on.
The man left Seodaemun Road and headed for an area where construction was in full swing, and bowed to a man who appeared to be a construction site executive.
The official looked as if he was familiar with the man.
Cheolho looked at the mans figure. He had expected it.
Not getting a job was the case even before Cheol-ho moved to this world 30 years ago. It was so hard to get a job.
Such continued even in the midst of a complete change of times. The present era was harsh on those who do not have natural talent. It had become an age of perfect inequality.
The man covered up the three breads given at lunchtime and grabbed his stomach in pain.
It was the sorrow of a person who can eat and eat.
‘I heard it feels like a ball made of needles is rolling around in your body.’
A food and body expert once said he felt such pain due to extreme hunger. Three slices of bread wont suppress the hunger. The man went to the tap and drank water. He worked again after lunch time ended.
Cheol-ho watched the man who came out after sunset, receiving his daily wage. Today’s labor was about $100.
If someone had been working nonstop all day, they could at least spend a little on themselves , right ?
Every time he passed by a fancy and delicious-looking restaurant on the street, the man paused and turned his eyes away. Putting his hands in his pockets.
A $ 100 bill received which he earned everyday was held in hand. However, he shook his head.
His mouth was watering, but he spat out and walked with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, he saw a group of children in school uniforms walking at the other side.
The man hid his distorted face from the pain of the stomach ache and smiled brightly at the crowd. And he waved, but soon shook his head with a sullen face.
He turned on the side of the alley where Cheol-ho’s restaurant was located.
Cheol-ho’s body moved with a soft sound. Cheol-ho, who moved like a breeze, suddenly arrived in front of the restaurant.
He would have to get ready for a guest.
The man who had seemed to be coming soon somehow did not come over on time. Did he go somewhere else? He felt a little upset, but he shook his head.
Cheol-ho was feeding his newly made stew to tangerine in his arms.
He ate the stew as if it were delicious.
Dragons seemed to be a very fast-growing species. Cheol-ho tilted his head to look at Tangerine, who had already doubled in a few days.
The tangerine was now the size of two chihuahuas. She seemed to be getting bigger.
Cheol-ho looked at something like plastic lying on the floor. He could now assume that this guy has shed skin.
Dragon skin basically did break away at this stage of growth. It was the shape of tangerine, but it was a crispy dried skin like a well-done seaweed.