The Juttak Bestows Hangover Ramen and Kimchi (Part 2)

'Ramen.' It's the hearty meal that fills up starving single dwellers. It lets anyone, young or old, knock out a quick bite. You can customize it however you like to suit your taste. The true soul food of Koreans.

Bubble bubble—the water in the stainless steel pot on the lit burner started simmering away. Perfect timing to add the spice mix.

"Now!"

Plop plop—I shook in the powder. The moment it hit the boiling water, it turned everything bright red.

"Sluuuurp, whoa, that smell. It's not like I haven't had it in forever, but damn, it feels that way. Must be the place."

Sure enough, in this all-white void, everything hit different. Who knew a single bowl of ramen could feel this precious?

Everyone's got their own ramen prefs, right? Burnt noodles, undercooked ones, toppings—you name it. Me? I like 'em a bit al dente with bean sprouts. Especially the morning after drinking. Top it off with an egg, and it's perfection.

But here's the key: never crack the egg into the broth. Taste thing, sure, but I'm a no-scramble guy. Call it an unbreakable creed.

"Ta-da."

I lifted the lid, and steam billowed out. It hit my nose, and my body reacted instantly.

"Cough, cough...!! Ugh, choked on it, fuck...! Cough, cough!"

Sometimes steam shoots straight up your nose like that. Tears, snot, endless hacking—best avoided.

"Ugh, whew... slurp. Finally calming down."

Once the steam cleared, there it was: curly noodles soaked in broth, mixed with bean sprouts. The egg sat whole, perfectly poached.

"Whoa... this is gonna be insanely good. How do I even hold back? Bon appétit... Oh, right! First things first."

Ramen alone feels lonely. Gotta pair it with its soulmate: kimchi.

One head at a time feels stingy, but whatever. I could share with the gallery folks or sell it off.

Slurp—the noodles came up hot with broth, sprouts, and that slightly cooked egg. Nutty bliss exploded in my mouth.

"Kya, kimchi seals the deal—pure feast. Dodged a bullet not eating this sooner."

Once I polished off most of it, broth remained. What does any Korean do? Ramen porridge, duh. Cracked an egg in, added cooled rice. That's why I held off earlier.

"Kim powder would be nice, but too luxe. Points add up."

The finished porridge glowed soft gold. Mouthwatering just looking at it.

I scooped a sticky spoonful, blew to cool. Burnt tongue? No thanks.

"Ohhh... hot hot hot... damn it..."

Enter kimchi: chilled crunch cuts the heat, amps the flavor, perfect texture.

"Whew, all gone. Solid meal with rice too."

Of course, I wasn't hogging it. Sent out ramen, kimchi, custom combos to the gallery. To heavy market users like beer/Cola buyers, or long-timers.

"Hm? Oh, reactions already? Let's see."

Gallery opened to chaos. Burning hotter than Cola, beer, or squid snacks.

Made sense. Ramen and kimchi—everyone's fave, no Korean untouched.

"Kyaahhhhhh"

"Good thing."

Everyone loved their custom recipes. Tons of curiosity on prefs.

"Hm, can't keep cooking forever. Time to sell burners too."

Smirking content, I scrolled more.

"Nothing beats trolling the reactors. Heh heh."

Then, latest post caught my eye. Byeolbit Seongnye.

"Oh, posted? Hangover better?"

Bad ones hit the ER. But saintess? Nah.

Clicked the pic. Overwhelming, violent something—jaw drop.

"Gifting but not saving? Rude... ahem."

Saved, then flopped flat.

"Haa... comfy. Yeah, nothing beats post-meal sprawl."

Gallery up in face—gal life forever. Eat then scroll.

Gallery wallpapered in ramen/kimchi cravings. All dopamine-drunk, ablaze.

"Yes, this is it."

Dopamine-packed Eokgal perfection.

"Kuh, tasty. Won't get old. Juttak rules! Hee hee."

Meanwhile, Silvia slurping hers. Bean sprouts, egg per Juttak—dreamy.

"Hm. Still pissed. Showing my sloppy drunk msgs to gallery... Time to discipline."

Talk tough, but brain blank. Eh, finish eating first.

Scraped every drop, set bowl down—

Whoosh—

"...Huh?"

Passed through floor, plummeted somewhere. Scene flipped instantly. Kidnapped wide awake.

Everyone figured elf fine. Then next comment silenced all.

Buzzing fluorescents, faded yellow walls, endless sprawl. Perfect madness trio.

Staring, Silvia spat in disbelief.

"What the fu, fuuuck..."