Picture of an instant ramen block against a pink backdrop with the following quote under the word "snippet": “Really? After judging my cooking methods, you’re making it in plastic bowl?” “I’m trying to save you from doing extra dishes.” He walks over to the fridge and holds up an egg. “Can I?” I give him a vague gesture of acknowledgment. “Don’t worry,” he grins, “I’ll make sure it cook it properly.” I roll my eyes. Kai fills the bowl with boiling water, then cracks the egg into it. I hand him a pair of chopsticks to hold the lid in place. He chops up the rest of the green onion, carefully scooping up the slices. I peer over his shoulder when he removes the lid and sprinkles the scallions in. The egg whites have cooked through, leaving a perfectly shaped yolk. “Behold,” he says, holding out his bowl, “a lazy poached egg.” “Can you even call it a poached egg if the yolk is just sitting out naked like that?” I ask, eying his bowl skeptically. Kai picks up his chopsticks. “Fine, it’s a half-poached egg,” he shrugs. “Still tastes good though.” I leave him to his Gudetama egg and turn back to my own bowl, relishing in its lingering warmth.

I love instant ramen, so I had to include it in my #FakeDatingFoodie romcom featuring a restaurant kid and the boy from the rival "Chinese" food fast-casual chain trying to put her family's mom-and-pop noodle shop out of business 🩷 #FoodPit #YA #R