I Became a Servant the Dragons Are Obsessed With

598 – Side Story) A Little Visitor

When it comes to noodle dishes, hot soup is the key.

I really like rich soup made with various ingredients and simmered thoroughly.

The contradictory coolness you feel when something hot flows down your neck… … .

My whole body feels thrilled in a way that is difficult to express in words. Just drinking the hot soup made me feel rejuvenated.

The sweat I shed while eating the spicy soup was as refreshing as the sweat I shed while practicing. I like hot soup that much.

A soup that cheers you up even on a cold day.

I like the energy that seems to embrace my whole body.

Just like the sweet and warm heart from the beginning.

This may be why I like ramen.

Therefore, the soup must be hot.

Because that was the essence of soup and the royal road.

At least, I believed this to be the case when it comes to noodle dishes.

“Hmm… … !”

However, the noodle dish in front of me was the exact opposite of the shape I liked.

‘I never thought there would be a genre of noodle dish that I still don’t know about… … .’

I know well the form of fried noodles without broth, but

It was my first time eating cold noodles.

I’ve heard of pasta being made cold on purpose like a salad, but eating noodles in cold soup… … .

I can’t get my hands on it willingly.

It was impossible not to have prejudices.

Because I have inherited ramen from my ancestors for 500 years.

As someone who has always only eaten warm soup, it was a huge culture shock.

A broth full of thin ice that gives you chills just by looking at it. Plus, dark-colored buckwheat noodles that have been freshly rinsed in cold water.

I wonder if the deep taste of the soup can be properly felt only when it is this cold. Moreover, the color of the broth is already dark, but even the noodles are dark?

Just by looking at it, the color temperature is despairing.

Even the visual taste is disappointing.

I don’t readily go for black color painting.

Moreover, it’s good to revive the stickiness with cold water after boiling the noodles, but why bother taking the noodles out of the broth?

“… … .”

The more you look at it, the more doubts you have about it. I wonder how only the elements I dislike are gathered together from one to ten.

-Rattle!

I didn’t like it in many ways, but

Nevertheless, I moved my chopsticks.

I guess Sicho brought me here for a reason.

How can you eat only what you want every time? Try just one bite for a wide gastronomic experience.

‘First of all, before adding the noodles, I told you to add grated radish and wasabi to the broth to your liking, right?’

ㅡSkip! Scribble!

When radish and wasabi are added to the soup, the color begins to neutralize. What was once black soon took on a bright brown color.

‘I added chives here as a garnish, and the color seems to have been somewhat restored. Now, let’s start soaking the noodles in earnest… … .’

Take only as much as you can eat in one mouth.

Then, the noodles are thrown into the cold broth.

Deep enough to allow the broth to soak into the noodles.

“… “I guess this is enough.”

If you slowly stir the noodles with chopsticks and swallow them right away… … .

-Slurp!

「 ━──?!?! 」

The taste of the buckwheat noodles that I drank without any expectations was truly shocking.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to taste any depth because it was cold, but that was a big mistake.

The springy and chewy noodles break cheerfully in your mouth, as if playing a string instrument. At the same time, the cool and fresh taste of the broth contained within spreads to your taste buds. You can feel the direct coolness of the broth, which is different from the hot broth.

I thought it was so cold that I couldn’t feel the depth of the soup… … . My arrogant predictions were spectacularly wrong.

It has a clean yet deep scent.

Because the temperature is low, it actually seems fresh.

It feels like eating fresh seafood as raw fish.

‘… wait? Could this familiar taste and aroma be felt in the broth?’

A rich soy sauce flavor with a salty taste as its base. Plus, the scent of seafood adds a deep flavor.

I can feel the scent of the sea, which is so familiar to me, reach the tip of my nose.

‘Did you adjust the concentration of the soup with bonito? ‘Is it possible to achieve such a rich taste even when it’s cold?’

Next to the fresh taste, a fresh shock comes like a wave. I may have been making too stereotypical food so far.

-Palak!

I immediately took out my notebook and quill.

To record this realization in detail.

Maybe I’ll be able to come up with a dish that’s truly a masterpiece today.

It seems like gastronomic inspiration is just around the corner.

「1) Special broth made with soybean paste. “There is an urgent need to develop a soybean paste-based sauce.”

「2) A cool, yet deep and clean soup. “Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try cold soup?”

「3) The last thing left. Shape of cotton… … .」

– Crunchy… !

A random phrase is added to my notebook. Items 2 and 3 have been newly added.

I think we’re almost there now. As long as the shape and ingredients of the final noodle are decided, it feels like a really good noodle dish can be made.

“The beginning? “Are there any other cold noodle dishes besides these?”

I asked a question to solve the final puzzle. I felt like all the pieces would fit together when I tried another cold noodle dish.

“… … .”

“hmm? “The beginning?”

But there is no answer as to what is happening.

He was frozen for some reason.

While wiggling the square chunk of metal with my cute fern-like fingers.

*

[This is Jeon So-rim’s problem message.]

[Message title: ▶Notification◀]

[Since the late Lee ○○ has passed away, we are giving you the following obituary notice. Resident information… … .]

News of the sudden death came from Sorim.

The text contained the news of the death of none other than Sorim’s maternal grandmother.

“… … .”

I become solemn without even realizing it.

Although I had never met him in person,

I felt like I could indirectly feel the shock Sorim must have felt.

“Shicho, why are you doing this all of a sudden? I don’t look good. “Do you have an upset stomach?”

“Hey.. Sylvian? “I’m sorry, but I think I’ll have to go home for a bit.”

“W-what..? Why? Did something really happen!?”

Whenever I say that cold noodles are strange, Sylvian, who has finished the buckwheat noodles neatly, asks me a question.

“You know Shaolin too, right?”

“hmm? Of course I know it well. Wasn’t it the original local office? I heard she was a pretty nice girl for a human being. Could it be that it has something to do with that woman?”

“that’s right.”

“I can’t admit it if that’s the case! There is a definite order between wives… … !”

“It’s not such a personal matter. “My grandmother passed away.”

“… Cough! “That’s right?!”

Upon hearing the news of the deceased’s passing, Sylvian cannot say anything more and trails off.

You may want to stop me from going, but

I guess I can’t do that.

It’s just a shame.

It wasn’t even half a day since we started our culinary journey.

“Don’t be too disappointed. It’s a shame that I lost my pulse here, but it’s a trip, so I can come back soon, right? “It’s not like the food disappears.”

“… That’s right. “That is correct.”

“Thank you for understanding. Sylvian.”

“But the beginning? Is it okay to go with a body like that? I’m sure you’ll be very surprised… … .”

“Oh, it’s okay if it’s Shaolin. “You’ll understand right away.”

“Tsk, if that’s how it started… … .”

“Anyway, I’m really sorry. “I think they were just having fun, but I broke the flow.”

“Not like that. The beginning is not something to be sorry about. “It’s my wife’s business, so of course I have to go!”

“Sylvian… … .”

“More than that, now is not the time! Come out quickly! “If you just tell me the destination, I will take you there quickly!”

***

A funeral hall at a university hospital in Seoul.

[The late Lee○○]

Inside the mortuary bearing the deceased’s name, the mourners and mourners continue to greet each other.

“… “Thank you for coming despite your busy schedule.”

Jeon So-rim was helping her father and mother, both residents, to stay at the place. She looked distraught at the sudden death of her maternal grandmother.

After receiving so many mourners during the day, it was already late evening.

“Phew… “Is Jihoon really busy?”

Jeon So-rim, who came out to take a breather and wake up, looks at her phone with a calm expression.

It wasn’t necessarily that he had to come to the funeral, but she was waiting to see if he would at least get a call to ask how he was doing.

Have you just moved on to that world again?

Yes, Jihoon is busy… … .

If I had seen the text, I would have definitely responded.

‘Now let’s rest and go back.’

Jeon So-rim puts her cell phone away with a calm expression and takes a step back.

ㅡTiririri… … !

At that time, my cell phone suddenly rings.

“… W, hello? Jihoon?!”

It was like that. Just then, Seong Ji-hoon received a call.

“What..? You’ve come this far? But wait a minute..! What’s wrong with your voice? “Are you really Seong Ji-hoon?”

Jeon So-rim, who received his call, couldn’t help but be embarrassed. Because on the other end of the phone, a kid was asking her where to go.

But still, I didn’t feel any sense of heterogeneity. Although it was a young voice, it was clearly Seong Ji-hoon’s voice. Is this a voice that somehow gives off a faint feeling?

“Okay, I’ll go out the front door first. wait a minute… … !”

-Tat tat tat tat tat!

So-rim Jeon ran up to the main gate of the funeral hall in mourning clothes… … .

“Huh?”

As soon as I saw my lover who had been waiting for me to hear from him for so long, I couldn’t continue saying anything.

“… “Uh, why is Jihoon from his childhood in front of my eyes?”