Fond Memories of Cup Noodles That day at the mall, the best souvenir I got wasn’t new underwear or shirts—it was cup noodles. In a sizable mall, there was a store on the second or third floor that sold various international goods, and I managed to get a cup of “Kimchi Noodles,” “Shrimp Soup,” and “Sesame Ramen.” These would be particularly valuable food supplies for long train rides.

Our cells remember flavors. The foods we often ate as children and our native dishes are like elixirs. When we’re weary from unfamiliar lands and new foods, stumbling upon a cup of noodles can feel as satisfying as a king’s feast. It revives our lost appetite and makes our travels abroad feel lighter.