The ramen

This morning, the third snowfall of the winter came and the cold came in the north wind with snowflakes. At home and in the company, the heating is hot, the heat on the bus is warm, and the air conditioning at the mall and so on is sufficient. Apart from walking on the road or waiting for a car, the winter here should be more comfortable than in the south. In the end, however, the winter has begun, and the food has opened up the hot air, the hotpot has begun to be more popular than the barbecue, and the ramen shop and the rice-line shop have quickly killed cold-skinned cattle. Especially on a snowy day like this, sitting in a window on the street in a noodle shop, watching snowflakes flying outside the window, eating a bowl of tempting ramen in front of you, it's a pleasant thing to think about. When I was a kid, I loved Japanese animations, not only for a lovely break, but also for a robot cat, Conan, a slammer, and a lot of attractive food. In particular, the bowl of Japanese ramen, with ham, fork, cabbage, etc., white milk or light sauce, seemed to be glamorous. The first bowl of real Japanese ramen was eaten almost ten years ago, the first one in the city. Over the years, a similar noodle shop has been opened and it has been easy to eat. It's just a small town that wants to go to a ramen shop of its own. It takes half an hour to take a ride, not to go shopping, or to eat at home. Buying a bag of lasagna, with five people on a full scale, making a lot of effort when you like homemade soup, and sometimes you're too lazy to buy a bone lasagna directly, making it more time-efficient. Add a few different colours and nutritionally balanced ingredients, and during the winter season, a large bowl of self-made porpoise ramen is taken out of the house and the heating is lifted from the stomach to the body. It's a nice room. It's nice and cozy. I'm happy to spend the winter like this