Knock, hit, hit, hit, the ramen takeout box in my hand is always so heavy.
That~~~~~Zhao's~~~~~noodles~~~~~yo~~~~~~
Mom's voice sounded so kind for the first time in so many days (she usually fucks like a slave). Our family came to Vancouver, Canada to open a ramen shop, and we relied on the income from the shop for a living! There are many Asians, Koreans, Chinese, and Japanese here, and they all like to eat ramen. So during the holidays, I, the lady at the ramen shop, had to work part-time as a little girl to help with the family business.
The family's hard life in a foreign country has made my mother, a beautiful and strong-willed woman, somewhat snobbish. As long as they are wealthy patrons in the family, she will use this special tone to emphasize the importance of giving them noodles!
[I know, I know! There is a young master in the Zhao family who is very good-looking, very talented, and very rich, right? Those who know say you are giving ramen as a gift, but those who don't know think you are giving it to your daughter with ramen! =_=|||||]I waved, got on my bicycle and pedaled away - behind me was my mother's sauce spoon flying out from the store.
[What kind of bad guy did I raise? Mom also wants you to find a rich boyfriend——]
The wind blew over and blew my mother's roar to the back of her head...