A/N: Flashback chapter! Can be skipped, but I already wrote it, and some of you might be interested.
TL;DR: How he ended up learning to cook.
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"I already aired it, you can eat it directly," the old woman said, looking at him who was just staring at the bowl. She might've misconstrued his hesitation.
Finn's stomach gurgled then, and the aroma of the ramen was too good; it felt like he was floating, and it was just asking permission to let him float into it.
Finn was no longer used to kindness in his years on the street, so a part of him thought this might have rat poison or something.
However, he looked up and saw the genuine concern in the old woman's eyes, and his lips pursed.
Even if it was poison and he died from it, then it was just because his stomach was too weak.
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His stomach was not too weak. It was very strong, and he only felt sated after his third bowl of ramen.
