The Grand Finale: It had to be ra○men!
The wedding cake was distributed by the staff, and once again, everyone ate in dead silence. Can’t blame them—between the premium ingredients and Dan’s skills, savoring the flavor took priority over conversation.
Once the plates were clean, the guests finally relaxed, chatting with bright smiles. The tea was exquisite too… and thanks to the Butterfly Rose’s corset-free dresses, we could feast properly without restraint. As I was musing over such trivialities, Dan reappeared.
"Normally, we’d conclude with fruit, sweets, and coffee—but since this is Ojousama’s wedding, we’ve prepared her favorite dish for the finale. The last course is…"
That irresistible temptation, the dish you always crave no matter how full you are—the one that magically bypasses the stomach’s capacity, classified alongside desserts in the realm of "second stomach" territory. High in calories yet devoured in seconds, a truly demonic culinary masterpiece…
"RAAAAAMEN!"
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!"
"NO FREAKING WAAAAAY?!"
"BEST. WEDDING. EVER!!"
The Beneficiaries erupted into pandemonium. Some, already tipsy, started actually dancing in their ramen-induced frenzy. Meanwhile, the locals—unfamiliar with ramen—stared in horrified bewilderment.
I wasn’t quite as hyped (having tasted it before), but I totally understood the excitement. Just hearing "ramen" had Kanata-san ditching work to rush over, and I’d once caused a "ramen scramble" riot myself.
Still, only Dan would dare serve ramen as the post-meal wind-down dish. He knows us too well.
"Um, about the flavors…"
Makoto-san timidly approached Dan.
"I-I know it’s pushing it, but… can I get tonkotsu?"
Dan smiled warmly.
"The standard options are no problem. We have shio seafood, shoyu, miso, and tonkotsu. Blended styles like shoyu-tonkotsu are available too."
"GODLIKE! I WANNA EAT ALL OF THEM!!"
"RAMEEEEEN! RA-A-MEN! RA○MEN, YEEEEAH!!"
Yikes. The Beneficiaries’s ramen hysteria was reaching critical levels. Calm down, people.
"Naturally, toppings are fully customizable—extra scallions, double chashu, butter, corn, menma… Your enthusiasm makes all our effort worthwhile. You may order small portions of each or go all-out. The staff will take requests shortly, so please allow some time for preparation."
"A GOD AMONG MEN!"
"THE RAMEN DEITY!"
"RAMEN DAIMYOUJIN!!"
Dan, now being worshipped, chuckled awkwardly. "I’m just a cook, really…" With that dignified humility, he retreated to the kitchen. Classic Dan.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Rosarin-chan. So… any chance Dan could be temporarily assigned to Wolfanea?"
Kanata-san, your priorities are showing. (Can’t blame him, though.)
"Ask him yourself. Dan’s technically my family’s chef, so if it’s an official request, you’ll need to negotiate with my father."
Dad, meanwhile, was being swarmed by pleading Beneficiaries. Taking pity, Dan freely shared his ramen recipes—unwittingly kickstarting a ramen revolution in this world.
Miss Butterfly quipped she could’ve made a fortune selling them, but Dan just grinned. "I’d rather see this world create its own ramen." (His legacy as the Ramen Pioneer was forever cemented, of course.)
Now, the shime ramen—that sinful, post-feast indulgence. You know you shouldn’t… yet you slurp it down anyway, guilt be damned.
Before me steamed a shio seafood ramen—extra firm noodles, double scallions/chashu/menma, butter and corn piled high. Ah… today’s trials existed for this reward!
"Bliss…"
The light yet rich broth, deepened by butter, carried the perfect briny umami.
"Rosarin, want to try mine?"
Dirk offered me a spoonful of his tonkotsu. What a sweet husband.
"Thanks! Here, try mine too."
I blew on a forkful of mine—butter-kissed noodles—and fed him. Absolutely divine.
"Delicious… Now say ahh, Rosarin."
The ramen was exquisite. Dirk was tender. Despite everything… today was a good day.
With our final speeches, the most chaotic wedding in history drew to a close. (Never doing this again.)
Unbeknownst to me, the idiot gods—moved by Dan’s cooking—tried to bestow him the title of "Saint of Cuisine."
Dan, being Dan, refused.
"I’m just a dumb cook, so I don’t get fancy titles. But makin’ people smile with my food? That’s my dream. Your ‘Saint’ thing would just get in the way. So… nah."
How weird. I’ve refused titles too, yet they never listen to me… Dan remains at Rosenberg Manor, crafting masterpieces as always.
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