One day, as a super homebody, I had to go out on the street. I happened to see a Lanzhou ramen shop that had opened at some point. I walked in on a whim and ordered a braised beef ramen. After watching the ramen chef turn the dough into noodles on the spot, I fully expected the ramen to arrive soon, and finally it was served!
I looked at the steaming hot ramen in front of me. It was really a big bowl! ! ! It was really a torture for me with a small appetite - after thirty minutes of stuffing it in, I looked at the half-bowl of noodles and considered whether to pack it up, and looked at the empty bowls that other customers had eaten cleanly, and I was so confused.
After a fierce battle of thoughts, I pretended to be calm and paid, and was about to apply oil on the soles of my feet. A white shadow blocked me, and a very resentful voice came, "Isn't it delicious?"
I looked up and met the sad eyes of the ramen chef. I was sweating like a waterfall - I forced a smile, "It's delicious, but the bowl is too big and I can't eat that much!" I ran out of the ramen shop in a panic, got on my little denden and drove away.
To be honest, the noodles are quite delicious. I really want to eat them, but the resentful voice and sad eyes of the ramen chef keep popping up in front of my eyes, which makes me afraid to go there again. I wrote this article out of extreme resentment.