On the surface of the golden, translucent broth floated neat, bright-green rings of some herb, and in the very center sat two pink slices of tender meat, from which juice slowly dripped. Next to them lay half of something oval with a bright orange, almost creamy center, and a dark, rough leaf that looked like dried seaweed.She took her first, very cautious sip of the burning liquid straight over the edge of the bowl. Himamori’s eyes widened. For a moment, the world around her—the noise of construction, the ruins, the lingering ache beneath her ribs—ceased to exist. A savory, rich taste and gentle warmth instantly spread through her entire body.
— Eat, my dear, eat,- Teuchi laughed warmly, tossing a new portion of noodles into the pot. - In Konoha, they say: as long as Ichiraku is open, the village will live.
— «Blood and Mint».