Catching sight of a kid appearing confounded at what, at least according to information provided by the Grail, was a rather common system in ramen restaurants of this era, had piqued his interest somewhat. The machine seemed straightforward enough ( even to one who hailed from a time without such technology, or any technology at all ), as it clearly offered various options to choose from for your bowl of food such as soup thickness. Bright buttons were rather hard missed. But despite this, it seemed absolutely foreign to the boy who had been examining it for quite some time, a curious look on his face. Yan Qing wasn’t necessarily one to offer advice to others out of the goodwill of his heart, especially to those he did not know, but the kid was taking far too long for his liking. He had just wanted to get a quick bowl of ramen, a snack to pass the time, but it seemed now that he’d be here for longer than had previously been anticipated.
❛ Nobody comes to take your order, you know? You have to press the buttons on the machine here depending on what you want and it prints a ticket with your order. Then you hand it in behind the counter. Make sense? ❜
