Don't Leave Me

Chapter 79

While Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenitsu were sprawled on the couch, mastering the art of relaxation, Tinkumi, Akihiro, and Julius were setting up the table with the precision of a Swiss watch. Meanwhile, Takumi, Sakura, and Kyle formed an attentive audience as Kaito assumed the role of the Ramen Sensei, his eyes locked on Hikari with the intensity of a hawk eyeing a field mouse. His voice sliced through the kitchen cacophony, "Hikari, ensure that broth is bubbling like a witch's cauldron before you toss in those noodles. We're aiming for the 'Goldilocks' zone of noodle firmness – not too mushy, not too chewy!" Hikari smiled responded with a crisp, "Hai, Kaito-san!" Her hands danced through the noodles, separating them with the finesse of a magician performing a card trick, before diving them into the steaming potion. The kitchen was a concert of culinary sounds, a sizzle here, a chop there, all coming together in a delicious symphony. "Now, for the pièce de résistance – the toppings," Kaito declared, motioning towards Inosuke's bounty of fresh garnishes. "Hikari, wield that knife like a samurai and slice the chashu with the grace of a calligrapher. Remember, we're not just making food; we're creating edible masterpieces!" Under the watchful eye of her mentor, Hikari arranged the chashu with the care of a curator hanging paintings in a gallery, followed by a kaleidoscope of toppings: emerald green onions, an egg resembling the morning sun, and a constellation of sesame seeds. As a final flourish, Kaito approached with a vial of oil as if it were a rare perfume, "A drizzle of this elixir to crown our creation," he instructed, his hand performing an elegant arc. "This, my friends, is the secret essence of a truly epic bowl of ramen." Sent by you: 1. While Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenitsu were sprawled on the couch, mastering the art of relaxation, Tinkumi, Akihiro, and Julius were setting up the table with the precision of a Swiss watch. Meanwhile, Takumi, Sakura, and Kyle formed an attentive audience as Kaito assumed the role of the Ramen Sensei, his eyes locked on Hikari with the intensity of a hawk eyeing a field mouse. His voice sliced through the kitchen cacophony, "Hikari, ensure that broth is bubbling like a witch's cauldron before you toss in those noodles. We're aiming for the 'Goldilocks' zone of noodle firmness – not too mushy, not too chewy!" Hikari smiled responded with a crisp, "Hai, Kaito-san!" Her hands danced through the noodles, separating them with the finesse of a magician performing a card trick, before diving them into the steaming potion. The kitchen was a concert of culinary sounds, a sizzle here, a chop there, all coming together in a delicious symphony. "Now, for the pièce de résistance – the toppings," Kaito declared, motioning towards Inosuke's bounty of fresh garnishes. "Hikari, wield that knife like a samurai and slice the chashu with the grace of a calligrapher. Remember, we're not just making food; we're creating edible masterpieces!" Under the watchful eye of her mentor, Hikari arranged the chashu with the care of a curator hanging paintings in a gallery, followed by a kaleidoscope of toppings: emerald green onions, an egg resembling the morning sun, and a constellation of sesame seeds. As a final flourish, Kaito approached with a vial of oil as if it were a rare perfume, "A drizzle of this elixir to crown our creation," he instructed, his hand performing an elegant arc. "This, my friends, is the secret essence of a truly epic bowl of ramen."