On Friday, Yong-Yong was out running an errand for Yoon-Hee. He was on his way home from the store after buying soy sauce.0

A new restaurant had opened near their home, and its name was quite unusual: “Shobu Ramen.” It seemed that they were hosting a grand opening event. Flags were strung from the store’s eaves to the street, and the shop buzzed with a mix of chatter, cheers, and disappointed groans.0

Yong-Yong hung the plastic bag around his neck like a heavy necklace and walked toward the restaurant, where the noise was coming from. He sniffed curiously, and a familiar yet intriguing scent tickled his nose. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what it was.0

“Ramen?” he muttered.0

Then his gaze landed on a burly man eating ramen from a bowl as big as a washbasin. Sweat poured down his face, and his expression twisted in agony as he struggled to finish the noodles already stuffed in his throat. 0

People were gathered around him, cheering.0

“Alright! 3 minutes left!”0

“Eat faster! You still have time!”0

“Just slurp it down!”0

“That’s...0