[He still regards the shimmering plastic with thinly-veiled mistrust, and that expression doesn't change a whole hell of a lot once Ryuji produces what looks like a strangely-made brick out of its contents. He might say it's like rice, but there were many faults with that logic. Different shape, different color; with rice you at least knew what you were going to have once it was cooked, but looking at this brick of noodles (he supposes?) he's not sure what's going to happen.
But no, he will trust him on this. He's the expert on these types of foods, after all...
He nods, accepting the ladle. This bit, he can do. Certain aspects of cooking haven't changed in hundreds of years, even if the stove was a bit different from cooking over a fire.
He begins to stir, though for now the brick was still more solid than noodley. It would take a little more time.]
How much of your food is like this? [He glances to the discarded plastic wrapper.] You purchase it like this?
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But no, he will trust him on this. He's the expert on these types of foods, after all...
He nods, accepting the ladle. This bit, he can do. Certain aspects of cooking haven't changed in hundreds of years, even if the stove was a bit different from cooking over a fire.
He begins to stir, though for now the brick was still more solid than noodley. It would take a little more time.]
How much of your food is like this? [He glances to the discarded plastic wrapper.] You purchase it like this?