Chapter 402
Whenever I stopped at a rest area, I almost always got udon.
It wasn’t because I particularly liked udon or anything like that—it was just that udon tended to be reasonably priced and unlikely to disappoint. After all, the udon they sold at these places used factory-made noodles and broth anyway.
Ramen made me think, “Why pay this much for instant noodles?” And the jjajangmyeon never tasted quite right. I never even considered any of the other menu options. I mean, no one goes to a rest stop expecting gourmet cuisine.
Still, it’s not like I’d criticize the others if they ordered something different.
But even without me saying anything, most of the girls ended up ordering udon too. Only Mia chose something else—pork cutlet.
None of the girls here could really handle spicy food. Claire could manage it better than the others, but that didn’t mean she liked it.
So ramen from a place like this probably tasted pretty spicy to them. Naturally, they gravitated toward milder options.
I briefly thought that maybe these girls were more suited to another country than Korea, but then again—it made sense.
They were from the West, after all. It was only natural that heavily traditional or spicy Korean food would be hard for them.
At least there were a few non-spicy options available here. That was a relief.
“This is a little more serious than a place you’d just stop by to take a break.”
Alice said that while eating her udon, glancing around leisurely.