#Rice Noodles Market

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Sustainability in the Rice Noodles Industry: Trends and Forecasts 2024-2030

The rice noodle market is slurping its way to success, with a projected surge in popularity driven by global trends and a growing appetite for convenient food options. Industry experts predict significant growth for this dynamic market segment between 2024 and 2030.

Market analysts forecast the rice noodle market to reach a value between US$ 11.3 billion in 2024 and a staggering US$ 11.55 billion by 2030. This translates to a robust Compound Annual Growth Rate (CAGR) of 15.42% – a clear indication of the rice noodle's scorching hot trajectory.

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"Rice noodles are experiencing a global renaissance," says Absolute Market Research. "Consumers are increasingly drawn to their versatility, health benefits, and convenient preparation, making them a perfect fit for today's fast-paced lifestyles."

This surge in popularity is attributed to several key factors:

Global Cravings: The rising popularity of Asian cuisine is putting rice noodles in the spotlight. Their adaptability to various dishes and flavors is fueling their appeal across international borders.

Convenience King: Consumers crave quick and easy meals. Rice noodles offer a perfect solution, cooking in minutes and pairing well with a wide range of ingredients.

Health-Conscious Choices: Rice noodles are naturally gluten-free and often perceived as a healthier alternative to traditional wheat noodles.

The rice noodle market is poised for a delicious future, offering exciting opportunities for producers, distributors, and foodservice establishments. With its unique combination of taste, convenience, and health appeal, the rice noodle is sure to continue its global domination for years to come.

Growth Drivers:

Rising Popularity of Asian Cuisine: With Asian flavors taking the world by storm, rice noodles, a staple ingredient, are naturally in high demand.

Convenience Reigns Supreme: Busy lifestyles crave quick and easy meals. Rice noodles cook in minutes, making them a perfect fit for time-pressed consumers.

Dietary Preferences: Plant-based diets are gaining traction, and rice noodles offer a delicious and versatile gluten-free option.

Product Innovation: From veggie-infused noodles to microwaveable rice noodle cups, innovation is broadening the market's appeal.

Regional Outlook:

Asia-Pacific Dominance: The Asia-Pacific region is expected to remain the dominant market due to its strong rice noodle consumption culture.

Emerging Markets: Regions like North America and Europe are forecast to see significant growth due to rising Asian cuisine popularity and increasing health consciousness.

The Players mentioned in our report:

Ng Fung

Jiangxi Huadachang Foods

Lieng Tong

Thai Preserved Food Factory

Nong Shim

J.D. Food Products

Rama Food

Kobayashi Noodle

Eskal Foods

SYTang

Kilang Bihun Sam Hoe

Leong Guan Food Manufacturer

Ying Yong Food Products

Nature's Soy

Global Rice Noodles Market: Product Segment Analysis:

Fresh Rice Noodles

Dried Rice Noodles

Instant Rice Noodles

Global Rice Noodles Market: Application Segment Analysis:

Home Usage

Commercial Usage

Global Rice Noodles Market: Regional Segment Analysis:

USA

Europe

Japan

China

India

South East Asia

[acebytaemin]

would someone make lunch for me 🥺 i got all the ingredients we just need the manpower

[nativefoodstore]

Native Millets Traditional Rice in Chennai

Simply said, you use millet as you use rice. You can also roast millet into a kind of small popcorn or use it as couscous or bulgur. In India, millet is often cooked in a pressure cooker, not so much to save time, but for an extra fluffy result. Loosen the grains after cooking, a bit like with couscous, to prevent them from clumping together. The different types of millet taste about the same (a little grainy and a little bitter) and can all be prepared in the same way.

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Plaza 205 Retail Revival

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What can stimulate the North America Rice Noodles Market to spur further growth?

North America Rice Noodles Market Trends and Outlook

The North America Rice Noodles Market growth & size reached USD xx billion in 2019 and is predicted to rise at a CAGR xx from 2020 to 2027. Rice noodles are made from a simple mix of rice flour and water. They get their unique texture from additional ingredients like tapioca and cornstarch. These noodles come in different forms-fresh, dried, and frozen. There are also gluten-free choices for those with gluten allergies. With mostly carbohydrates, no additives, and low fat, rice noodles offer a healthier choice compared to different fast foods. In addition, they can be cooked with different flavors, giving individuals a chance to introduce their tasty dishes.

The market has witnessed significant growth, due to the growing popularity of Asian cuisine. Rice noodles, specifically, have garnered immense attention in international markets. These noodles, available in frozen, fresh, and dried forms with different shapes and exceptional texture features, carry a broad range of age groups and ethnicities. Their versatility enables them to complement different ingredients, sauces, and spices, leading to a widespread reputation. A factor influencing the market growth is the absence of wheat flour in rice noodles, making them inherently gluten-free. This attribute appeals to people with gluten intolerance and celiac disease, developing the market growth. In addition, rice noodles are predicted to be a healthier choice as compared to yellow egg noodles, making them a preferred choice for vegans and vegetarians.

The North America rice noodle market demand is projected to witness growth due to significantly widened distribution channels, addressing the rising demands of customers in both urban and certain rural locations, propelled by an increasing population. The North America rice noodle market's driving factors are an increase in demand for rice products and continuous product innovations. However, market growth faces challenges in developed countries owing to lower popularity and concern over the high carbohydrate content in rice products.

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The North America rice noodles market segmentation is based on distribution channel, type, and region. In terms of type, the market is classified into Western-style rice noodles, Chinese-style rice noodles, and many more. Chinese-style rice noodle is anticipated to register the market, holding the largest market share, and the extension of population preference for Chinese-style rice noodles contributes to this North America noodle rice market trend. Based on distribution channels, the market is categorized into supermarkets, independent retailers, convenience stores, and many more. Supermarkets are predicted to be the primary revenue generators in the rice noodle market. On the basis of region, the North America rice noodles market is further segmented into the U.S.A. and Canada. The United States takes the lead in this regional market, although its impact is relatively modest on an international scale. This is attributed to the lower popularity of rice-based products across the region.

Furthermore, the growth of the regional market is driven by an increase in presence of Asian restaurants and a growing influx of the Asian population into the U.S., Canada, and Mexico. A key factor driving this trend is the popularity of instance rice noodles, drawing a considerable number of Americans to discover the product. The convenience of preparation adds to its appeal, making it a practical dietary choice for many.

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Delicious Rice Stick Noodles

Rice Stick Noodles are, as you might infer from the name, a variety of noodle that is made from rice. Rice Stick Noodles are incredibly popular because of their subtle flavour, pleasant texture and tremendous versatility. Rice Stick Noodles make up the major part of a main course, or be mixed into a stir-fry.

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Bamboo Tree Fresh Rice Vermicelli Noodles (1 X 400g)

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Global Rice Noodles Market size was worth US$ 3.5 billion in 2021 and is predicted to have US$ 5.0 billion by 2027 and register a CAGR of 13.9% during 2022-2027.

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Sticky Rice, Grand Central Market, 317 S Broadway, Ste C4, Los Angeles (Downtown), CA 90013

Sticky Rice has a few locations, including one in Highland Park that only serves dinner. They’ve been serving up Thai street food in LA since 2013. The Grand Central Market location offers Thai BBQ chicken, noodles, stir fries, fried rice, curries, soups, and Thai iced tea. Mango sticky rice is offered when mangos are in season. Protein choices: chicken, beef, pork, tofu, shrimp.

Thai omelette/ kai jeow ($13) with your choice of meat or tofu: I’ve never seen this on a menu and I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was intrigued. It’s fried whisked eggs cooked in hot oil with fish sauce, onions, and green onions. The eggs puff up and have crispy edges. It’s good and comforting but didn’t have much “Thai” flavor. The tofu cubes were fried and added a little chewiness. I probably should have chosen pork? The omelette was served over steamed white Jasmine rice. Lots of rice, lots of eggs – enough for two meals. It needed hot sauce.

They have a small counter with seats but if those seats are taken, there are other tables around the market. You can watch them cook from the counter.

3.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[rarepears]

I want to read solo leveling fics that incorporate more of seoul's special characteristics.

For instance, Seoul has a LOT of underground markets. Some of the underground markets are connected to the metro stations. Some of them are not. They are all great for crossing busy intersections without waiting for the pedestrian lights to turn green - you can just take the stairs down to the underground market and go through one of the dozens of exits they have.

Beru, as an ant, naturally likes hanging out at the underground markets the most. Being underground is the most comfortable to him and his ant instincts.

(But also think about social media. There's going to be dozens of tiktok videos about how, when visiting Seoul, make sure to stop by the Hapjeong Station's underground market because S ranked Hunter Sung Jinwoo's monster is known to be a regular visitor at the rice cake stall there. And that's station is a 5 minute walk from the World cup Market (Mangwon Market) anyways, so you should stop by that station regardless.)

S ranked Sung Jinwoo, now that money isn't a problem, takes his sister out for a day at Lotte World, an amusement park.

What about how Sung Jinwoo's very basic English skills is the result of him having a go at being a street food vendor in downtown Myeongdong night market where much of the foreign tourists couldn't speak Korean? He sold Japchae noodles for 5000 won a serving.

[hcdragonwrites]

Too Close ( A @jttw-monkeybusiness Fanfic)

So this started as one thing and then It grew its own will and became another. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Blood and Gore- Violence as well. If these make you squeamish or can trigger you please read my other works instead!

It was supposed to just be a meal- a simple outing to the market square to buy up some noodles at a shop stand Pigsy had seen on the way through. It was supposed to be simple, easy day.

The market stall exploded in a shower of wood and porcelain as the monstrous thing rose from the stand. Sophie rolled, dodging the flying debris as best she could. A sliver of wood cut across her cheek but she felt nothing. Her mind only had one thing in it.

Oh shit that’s a massive snake.

But it wasn’t a snake. The head that toward from the market as the rest of the villagers fled, resembled a snake. It’s slitted eyes blinked and forked tongue tasted the air. Heat rippled outward from its body. The grasses dried in the damn soil. The earth that had moments ago been anointed with summer rain, cracked and snapped brittle in the sudden heat. Sophie felt her lips dry and her face chap in the change of temperature.

A grunt from nearby. Sophie turned to see Sandy rise from a cast off wall, a huddle Tripitaka in his arms. The snake head swayed, tongue tasting. It snapped its focus to Sandy and coiled its head back. A maw of pink and long silver teeth flew forward. The disciple threw up the discarded wall just in time for the things great teeth to be buried into wood instead of Flesh. Trip was no fool and at Sandy’s nod, escaped beneath his arm.

Sophie could hear Pigsy howling curses nearby from somewhere. The dust was still settling, the dried earth kicked upward as more of the things body was revealed. Fuck it had wings. Four black leathery wings grew from its back at disjointed angles. They beat unevenly. Their wind threw dirt and rocks into the air. The feel of it stung Sophie’s cheek. The Monk reached her then- hand outstretched. She caught it and he hauled her up off the dirt.

Run. Her heart seemed to thrash in her chest. Sophie saw more of the beast being revealed from the ruins of the market. An impossibly long coiled body- legs- more clawed legs. Six of them?- juxtaposed throughout its flesh at odd angles. She felt like she was moving too slow. Moving as if her blood was full of ice.

Those eyes blinked and the pupil widened. Sandy held the things face in his hands, the wooden wall king destroyed. The River demon strained as the thing bore down on him, all saliva and flashing fangs.

It could swallow him whole. Sophie felt a cold shiver run down her back as Trip and her fled. There was nothing either of them could do. They were mortals. This thing was beyond their ken. Beyond their ability. And it could swallow us whole.

Of course fleeing targets attract more attention then prey standing still. The great demonic beast of droughts shook off the irritable ant holding its fangs and dipped its head. The scent had been with the little thing before it but … it had moved. It smelled delectable. The tongue whipped out again, seeking. There- among the fleeing mortals this monster had disdainfully had been serving for the past years in hopes of devouring in return- was the taste. It was a man- a man hand in hand with a women. Two for the price of one. There was an irritable pain at its side but the Drought Bringer simply flicked one of its long claws and flapped its wings higher.

Into the air it rose- away from the sting of the weapons. The town with its simple huts and mud wall fell away. The demon rose up and angled itself. Heat radiated off, burring away the cloud cover and killing trees and greens all around it.

The monk would not get too far.

It coiled.

And struck out.

Sophie and Tripitaka were almost beyond the wall and into the rice fields. The heat had dried those up, killing crops and scattering the water into vapour. Villagers- merchants and Mothers, field workers and Fathers- all streamed to the exits.

They were almost out.

Sophie felt a prickle of fear, a new wave of apprehension swell in her mind. For what- for why- she didn’t know. What made Sophie turn her head then, to look back, she would never know. But she was glad for whatever spirit, god, or instinct made her look back.

A maw full of silvered fangs, of needle tips curved back and outward. An avalanche of heat and horror. She reacted and threw herself sideways. Tripataka, still holding her hand, was dragged with her.

The serpent struck the earth, sending an earthquake outward. Buildings shivered and collapsed. Children screamed and mothers called out. Sophie pulled the monk up beside her, trying to get him to rise. They didn’t have much time. She had bought them but a moment, but a second. They had to move had to get the fuck out of there.

“Trip get up-“ Sophie begged. The monk was trying- it looked like he had twisted something in his leg at the sudden fall. Up up up up up up get up please.

A angry hiss as the earth cracked more. The demon raised its head. It’s mouth was full of stone and dirt. And a few dangling limbs. The creature dropped these and angled it’s head again. It’s body coiled, it’s clawed and displaced legs curling.

Their second was up.

Sophie couldn’t look away- she wanted to- but it was the same feeling a rabbit, over exhausted and run down, experiences when cornered by a fox. The sense of frozen dread. She could no more look away then the rabbit could overcome its fear.

Of course the human mind is a strange thing for the only thing that Sophie could think on was, We didn’t even get to eat the damn noodles we paid for.

Something flashed, a glitter a bit above the serpents head. Like the flash of a moth wing in moonlight.

Wha—

A pillar of black and gold materialized where the flash had been. Such a small insignificant staff.

Sophie knew that staff.

The staff elongated over the monsters head. It slammed straight into the back of the snakes skull. The sound of iron against bone rang in the sky like a thunderclap. The demon cried in confusion and pain- an unholy scream that sent the air to shaking. The staff drove the things face down into the soil, just feet away from Sophie and Tripataka. Bones snapped, the sound of scale cracking beneath the iron rod as it drove down, down, down, down. The earth cracked with the impact.

The pressure was too great. The hide split as the earth could not give anymore and blood came in a spray of red.

The demon, the great Drought Bringer, rolled a bloodshot eye upward. A iron rod ? Was that what fell it ? Something so insignificant. A shadow loomed from the sunlight. Feet pressed on the demons head.

The demon knew this creature - this mild looking and bored Monkey- and felt the contents of its stomach turn to water. Those eyes slashed downward, making the serpent flinch.

The burning heat in this demons gaze—

Sun Wukong knelt on the dying beasts skull the iron staff of Ruyi Jingu Bang resting across one shoulder. Those yellow eyes went from flaming to disinterested as the demonic monkey looked at the mortals.

“I told you the market was a bad idea.”

The blond haired women who had avoided the great Drought Bringers strike, shot up on her legs from the rubble.

“ARE you SERIOUS?!”

“I am. I told you all it was a bad idea.”

“You couldn’t have said that there was a demonic flying snake?!?”

“Do you think the bastard pig would have listened to me if I had ?” Wukong huffed. He swung a foot languidly off the side of the serpents skull. Wukong tapped the golden circlet on his brow. “I would have gotten another headache by this dumb band.”

“WUKONG A WHOLE TOWN WAS DESTROYED!”

“Bah.” He waved his hand at that. “It was gonna be destroyed. This beast wouldn’t have waited any longer to eat again.”

The foot pressed into the gore in the back of the demons spine and a half gasp, half cough, of pain exhaled from between broken jaws. The serpent didn’t remove its eye from the Demon king above it.

It had heard stories. Legends of five hundred years ago when it had been but a hatchling, of a monkey of stone waging war against Heaven. Of almost succeeding in bending that great power into a kowtow.

“WUKONG WE ALMOST GOT SWALLOWED WHOLE BY A FUCKING BIG ASS SNAKE.” Sophie retorted.

“Naw. I had it all under control.” Wukong tapped the edge of his staff now onto the creatures head.

“Though it is taking awhile to die…”

The serpent felt the monkey lean forward. The burning gaze was back now that the simian wasn’t staring at the women.

“Tougher than I thought you were.” His voice had become softer. “Survive a blow - even to just bleed out like a bloody hog- is no easy feat with my staff.”

The pressure from his clawed feet pricked the broken scales long the serpents skin. Those claws were drawing blood. The monkey leaned down to whisper almost sweetly.

“You never were going to get your fangs into them you disgusting worm. Wanna know why? Because I’m Sun Wukong. I am the Great Sage. And your Tale-” the weight of the monkey felt oppressive, his claws digging harder into the tender broken scales. “-your insignificant little blip in history is at an end.”

The monkey foot was the last thing the serpent, the Feiwei, saw before the staff was driven down again into its eye. The blindness as the pupil exploded under the contact and the sharp pain as the staff drove through the eye socket and into the recesses of the skull were the serpents last feelings.

Demonic minds were not like mortals. They did not flit between two threads of disconjointed emotions. The Feiwei knew it’s end and bitterly died.

The demon gave a final strangled gasp as it twitched once, twice and then was no more. The remaining demons eye rolled in its head. Crimson blood wept from the exposed eye socket and the broken skull. It mixed with the dirt to make a black patch in the soil. At the serpents death the air stopped its dry repression and eased in its intense heat.

Wukong stepped off lightly from the dead serpents head. His feet crossed through the bloody wake and up to Sophie who still stood, a bit dumbfounded, over Tripataka.

That was brutal. Sophie thought.

Then her body remembered itself and her stomach seized at the scent of demon blood. Bile burned up the back of her throat.

Please please please don’t throw up. That was the last thing she needed. Sophie pulled Tripataka up.

The monk hissed and winced as his weight tried to take his foot. And crumpled.

“Is it broken?” Sophie worried. She didn’t see any tears in the skin- any blood. Blood.

Again she fought a wave of nausea. The back of the demons neck had been cut wide open- almost as if obliterated- by a single strike. The trauma of the loss of so much bodily mass to a central location, the skull, had been enough to kill it but it had lived on. Just long enough for Wukong to stab it in the eye.

“Not … not broken. Just sprained.” Trip smiled, sweat building on his brow. “Sophie .. thank —“

Tripatakas words died on his throat as he disciple came into full view. And he blanched.

“Stupid beast.” Wukong picked his claws, flicking some of the blood free from their tips. The stone monkey was absolutely painted in crimson, having delivered the blow and standing behind the beast as it fell. Dark ichor dripped from the side of his face, matting the fur in places that the blood was thickest in.

“See Master ?” Wukong grinned- not helping the two mortals as they both struggled with their aversions: Tripataka for violence and Sophie for blood.

“I almost died ….” Trip muttered, the shock coming over him then.

“There there Trip.” Sophie soothed - but she sounded wooden as she also felt her stomach heave. Gods and spirits the blood stank.

“Why does everything bad happen to me?”

“It’s ok Trip.”

“Why is it always devouring they try and accomplish?! Buddha it’s breath stank of rot.”

“Most human eating demons don’t have pretty breath.”

Wukong, oblivious or willfully blind to the mortal dilemmas unfolding before him, swaggered closer.

“Well! That’s another monstrosity down. Solved with violence.” Wukong barred his teeth. His mood was improved from when they had first arrived and none had taken his warning seriously. Not even Sophie. That was an insult. She was lulled in by Pigsy who kept regaling all with the tales of this unique little village.

Utter drivel. Wukong had seen real food wonders- Hell he came from the most fruitful mountain in the world! What could some boiled water and limp noodles compare to the tastes of flower fruit mountain?

Wukong turned, leaning against his staff as he rested it against the ground. “Sophie did ya see that ?”

“Yes.” Her voice was tight as she watched the blood drip off Wukong.

“You didn’t throw up?” He inquired with a flash of teeth.

“… no I didn’t.” Her stomach kept trying to make her mouth open up but Sophie was stronger then that.

“HA! Soft women don’t lie! You look just as pale as when that thing was diving at you!” Wukong laughed, his tail twitching in humor. “How would either of you get by without me?”

“Wukong maybe nows not the time—“ Sophie tried but was brushed over as Wukong puffed his chest up and grinned all the wider.

“I, the great Sun Wukong have saved my master again. Did I not do a great job dispatching the beast for you master ?” It was half mock, half fishing for compliments. He did just slay a demonic multi limbed serpent out of the sky.

“Wukong…”

“Not even praise ?!” Well that was dreadfully disappointing. He expected some sort of good job from the monk.

Sophie wanted to roll her eyes. Can’t he read the room?

“Wukong you did a fantastic job!” Sophie would try and smooth things over. While also not suffering from her flipping stomach. “Amazing. It’s just the — the blood— it stinks. Worse then normal. —“

“I know you are thankful because you have decent sense but I want to hear it from him!”

At this moment Tripataka stood straight suddenly. He calmly limped to one of the bushes. And promptly vomited.

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Wukong huffed, irritable even in the hot springs warmth. He had a bucket in one hand and a washboard in the other, and had scrubbed the blood free of his clothes. Pants, shirt, tiger skin- it all had to be washed. Of course Wukong had pilfered some soap awhile back from the Market square the Pilgrims had passed through. He had set to work, scrubbing and pulling and worrying over the clothing until it was clean. He knew he had to clean it. He took pride in his looks and decorum. Wukong would have gone to the spring naturally on his own in time.

Wukong twitched the edge of his tail annoyed.

He was aware he was a bit unkempt after saving Sophie and Tripataka from the Feiwei. He had just batted the thing out of the air into the earth. There was bound to be blood and gore after a swing like that. Sophie had given him a brief berating of getting himself cleaned up- and when he had asked and demanded for what was rightly his - praise, thanks, AT LEAST A YOUR WELCOME- Sophie had promised him that she would lavish him in praise if he would just get clean.

Fine. If his Master wouldn’t spoil him in praise and was currently giving his attention to Sandy then the Monkey would wheedle it out of Reader.

Wukong sunk lower into the water, thinking. He hadn’t let the group go into the town without him. Though he had threatened and grumbled and said “fuck that” Wukong had set a double to follow from above, watching. Of course the Pig would follow his nose to the demons lair. Of course he would assure the others that there was no way this could be a demon.

Wukong swore the Pig was out to get them killed half the time.

Well the rest was predictable. As soon as that wiggling worm had taken one sniff of the monk, he had grown all greedy and hungry and hadn’t been able to keep its human disguise.

Wukong had the whole situation under control though- it had just - taken him a moment to wake up from his dozing. The snake had gotten a bit close. Maybe the invisible double had shoved the two mortals just a bit too hard. That twisted ankle of the Monks would take some time to heal. Luckily the village headman had given the group his home- a little but set back into a bit of shaded pine and with its own hot spring - to rest und for as long as needed. And while Wukong had endured the grating reprimand of Pigsy at being late, the monkey had felt a bit smug. His deeds had scored them nice lodgings.

Wukong wouldn’t care about where they slept. The Monkey King could simply find a nice patch anywhere and curl up. The boon I’m his cap though was the absolute excited light sweep into Sophie’s eyes at the mention of beds and pillows and a roof over their head.

Wukong pulled himself out of the water, the steam rising off of his body in the twilight air. It had been enough time since him washing his clothes to his longs soak that, in the summer sun, had dried enough. Maybe not the shirt but his trousers had. The rest would have to wait till morning. Wukong had a Reader to annoy now.

Sophie was in heaven. After the hellish day of demonic snakes and almost getting devoured, Sophie was comfortable and cozy and all too happy to rush to the futon that had been dragged into the center of her little room.

A bed. Clean clothes. A full belly. The horror of the day was an echo but it was still there. If she closed her eyes she could still hear it- still smell the hot breath blasting across their faces.

A knock on her door had her start from the memory.

Who’s that ?

It wouldn’t be Pigsy. The man had passed out hours ago after the steamed buns and broth the village headman had left for them. Maybe it was Sandy? That didn’t seem likely since he was currently nursing Tripitakas twisted ankle. It would be better after the swelling went down.

Did Wukong really take me up on my offer of praise?

“READER OPEN THE DOOR.”

Yep. There was only one stone monkey that sounded that annoyed yet still knocked with the politeness. Sophie stepped to the door and opened it.

And stared just a little.

She had been expecting to see a fully clothed Sun Wukong leaning against her door. What she hadn’t been expecting was a half dressed Wukong with his arms crossed over his chest. And emphasizing that he most certainly did not have a shirt on.

“Where’s your shirt?” Brilliant Sophie. Blurt the first thing that comes to mind. Wukong pushed off the doorframe and past her into the room, giving her a clear view of his pecs, his shoulders, his back.

Pull it together girl and get your mind out of the gutter.

“I had to clean it since you and the monk threw a sick fest at a little bit of blood.” The monkey sat down, crossing his legs beneath him. At least he knows how to make himself comfortable.

“Right…” Sophie watched as Wukong began to slide his fingers through the wet fur along his back, beside his face and over his arms. Grumbling as his nails seemed to catch and pull in the longer bits of his fur. Wukong flexed his arms to reach a spot. The ripple of muscle along his back was unexpected.

Sophie felt her face flame up. I’m glad he’s so wrapped into himself because if he saw what I looked like right now—

“Well I’m clean now but my fur is all snarled.” He snapped. The monkey was currently struggling with a knot of fire at the base of his neck.

“I have a brush you can borrow.” Anything to get my head out of that space and back in line with normal thinking. She crossed the mats and grabbed her bag. Sophie plucked her brush free from its place, walking back to Wukong. She was a bit startled he was watching her, his eyes half closed in thought.

“You know what… this wouldn’t have happened if you had just followed my warning women.”

“What?”

“A mess is what you and Pigsy and Trip caused.” Wukong leaned his head back and let the water still clinging to his fur, drip downward. “All because you didn’t listen to the warning I gave.”

What was she supposed to do? Sophie had been hungry, had been just as trusting of Pigsys judgment of what was mortal and what was maligned hungry demonic pretending to be mortal. She tried to pass the brush to Wukong, hoping that if she gave him what he wanted he would leave off his snippy comments.

The monkey raised an eyebrow at the brush.

“You can take it ya know- it’s as good as any comb you have.” Sophie lifted the brush and ran it through her hair in demonstration. Hers was a simple hairbrush with short bristles and a worn handle from use.

“Back on the mountain many female members of my kingdom would kowtow and beg for a chance I’m about to give you.” Wukong said.

Chance ?

The monkey king closed her hands over the handle. He turned, setting his hands on his knees as his back faced her now. “Not everyone gets the chance I am giving you- so be grateful.”

“You want me to… brush you?”

“Brush my fur.” It was more command then question.

“Alright.”

Sophie began at the tops of his shoulders. The short bristled brush caught in the hair and slide free, leaving it untangled. Wukongs fur was thick enough to be like her own hair and the brush carefully and methodically by Sophie’s hand, worked through the thickest patches of fur. At places she would have to switch to a comb, one Wukong slid soundlessly from his pocket and passed back to her. This was strangely nice… if not a bit intimate. The constant motion of the brush, of the task, was helping her still jittery mind calm and work through the events that had led up to them being here in a house. With her grooming Wukong.

“When did you know about the demon?” It came tumbling from her mouth before she could stop it.

“As soon as we came upon the village.” Wukong answered. He had his eyes closed, tail swaying against the wooden floor. “The townspeople stank of demon. Seems that beast has been feeding them up to try and cultivate some souls.”

“Sounds like how some insects raise other bugs” Like how ants raise aphids.

“Or like how mortals raise cattle.” Wukong commented.

“Mmm” Sophie felt her mind run through the memories again. The serpent lashing out- and her ability to drag Trip out of the way of that strike. Of the great snake lifting it’s head from the broken earth. Of it lunging a second time. We both could have been dead so fast. No one would have known. Wukong had been left behind, Pigsy had been thrown off somewhere. Only Sandy knew what may have happened to them. Sophie’s brushing slowed.

A snap of fingers made her blink out of the memories.

“Speak.”

“Speak?”

“Don’t parrot me.” Wukong opened his eye just a fraction to shoot her a glare. “ Something on your mind, you stupid women. Spit it out.”

“I thought… I thought we were dead..”

“You would have been if I hadn’t come!” Wukong reached back and took her hand in his. The Monkey king moved the brush up to his head where the fur was in a most disheveled state. Sophie started to gently untangle it, careful of how hard or how fast she worked. He may be able to burst from fires and come away without any lacerations but he may not take kindly to a mortal carelessly tugging at his fur. The wet strands moved slowly through the bristles as he talked. “Makes you want to take heed of a Kings words hmm?”

For all his boasting and puffing up, for all his prideful japes and comments… he almost had been too late. If she hadn’t yanked Trip. If they hadn’t run … “You almost weren’t there though…”

“Sophie.”

“Yea?”

He was turned about, facing her dead on before she could blink. Wukongs yellow eyes looked over her then. Little scrapes here and their. No major cuts. Except for the still red and puffy slice along her cheek. Wukong reached forward and ran a thumb over the slice. I should have sent more then one invisible douple.

“You wouldn’t have been eaten.” He would lessen her worry, and reaffirm his abilities. Had she forgotten? He was Sun Wukong- no demon could stop him. “I wouldn’t have let it happen. I would have torn the bastard apart before it got even a flick of spit on you. You or the monk.”

And next time I’ll make sure I leave them with two invisible doubles instead of one.

Sophie had frozen when he brushed his hand across her face. He was being kind, sensing her turmoil over it all. She was about to say something in kind, something to match that kindness.

“It’s my duty to protect the weak mortals on this quest. It would reflect badly on me as King of Flower Fruit Mountain if I let those under my care get devoured by some slimy worm.” Of course he couldn’t resist the opportunity to flaunt his importance.

“That almost sounds like reassurance.” Sophie sighed. She raised the brush up again in silent question.

“It is reassurance.” He affirmed. Wukong nodded once at the brush, spinning back around. “No harm comes to those that are in my care.”

“Well. Then if it only takes brushing your fur for that… I would be happy to do it every night.”

Wukongs tail gave a little flick. They spent the rest of the night talking, trading quips and jokes. As the of cicadas from beyond the doors blended with the soft swish of the brush, a feeling of contentment and camaraderie fell between the two. And something … more grew.

[k-vanity]

Why don't you come and grab a bite to eat?~

Look at the menu and choose something delicious to hit the right spot! We have something for the writers and the content creators because we want everyone to have a treat.

Open from Sept 22 to Nov 22, the Fashion Team's 'Fall For You' Cafe's menu is available to our members.

For those who are writers, order from the Meals/Drinks options and if you're a content creator, why don't you look at our Desserts menu? You can upgrade to a set menu by choosing one meal, one drink and adding some side dishes OR how about a couple set? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to share a meal with your special other half?

*ೃ༄ 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓼

𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔:

Brown Sugar Sweet Potatoes — ‘You go to this cafe every time you visit your hometown and for the first time since leaving high school, you see the boy you had a crush on… or should you say, man.’

Apple Slaw — ‘You’re strolling through a busy fall farmers market enjoying the aroma of apple pies. What happens next would make for an unforgettable autumn.’

Pumpkin Ravioli — ‘You get lost at night in a pumpkin patch and a kind, handsome stranger helps you.’

Autumn Salad — ‘You need a lot of help to harvest this year’s crops for the fall festival, so you hire the new stranger that recently moved into town.’

Butternut Squash Soup — ‘You got invited to Friendsgiving but I your friend group is insisting they set you up with a date for the event’

Mummy Brie Bites — ‘There's a haunted house at the end of your street that your friends insist always holds the best halloween parties. You're the only person who seems to remember that the old house didn' t even exist yesterday’

Wild Mushroom Risotto — 'There's a full moon coming and your best friend has dragged you out into the middle of the woods to perform a ritual that changes your life entirely. '

Slow-cooker Beef Goulash — 'It's just a little cut, you don't know why your new neighbour is making such a big deal out of it. (think vampire)'

Squash, Chickpea and Coconut Curry — 'There's a halloween party happening in your house, a party you never wanted to happen but none of your housemates listened to your complaints. While you're standing at the side of the room sulking about the noise and strangers in your home, a stranger approaches you and compliments you on your ghost costume. You're too shocked by being talked to that you don't manage to correct him that it's not a costume and you've been stuck haunting this house for the past three years.'

Satay Chicken Noodle Soup with Squash — 'A cosy night in with a book and a mug of hot chocolate by the fireplace turns into something you could've never expected.'

Rarebit Toasties with Sticky Marmite Onions — 'It's a brand new romantic relationship and you're baking together for the first time.'

Roasted Beets, Plum and Pecan Salad — 'You call the police when you see  someone with an axe and covered in blood approaching your new neighbour's door. Turns out, that person was your neighbour coming back from their shift at the halloween fair where they work as a scare actor.'

Beetroot Soup — 'You must be paranoid, there's no way the scarecrow watching over the corn maze has been watching you. Right?'

Root Vegetable Rice — 'Thanksgiving is at your parent’s place every year and every year, you drive home to visit. What happens when your car breaks down and the mechanic who comes to save you is none other than your best friend’s smoking hot brother? You haven’t seen each other since you were in that awkward phase in high school'

Cauliflower Crust Pizza - 'A bad day got even worse when a stranger spilt their coffee on you and you forgot your umbrella when it rained. A bad day got even WORSE when you get dumped over text and now have to find a date to this stupid wedding. Maybe the bad day gets a little better when your cute coworker says they’ll be happy to escort you.'

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔:

Red Maple Cinnamon Mocha — “Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it’s perfect.”

Apple Cider — “I’m not scared…as long as you’re here with me, everything is okay.”

Pumpkin Spice Latte — “Excuse me, but is this seat taken?”

Caramel Apple Latte — “Ugh, I forgot my umbrella,” “You can share mine,”

Witches Brew — "I dare you to ask that ugly zombie for their number" (at a zombie run or haunted house or something)

Masala Chai — “I vote we ditch the others and just do our own thing tonight.”

Horchata Chai — “Can you stop licking that lollipop like that? It's so hard to concentrate.”

Earl Grey Hot Toddy — “Okay, I get it. You had a bad day, and life sucks, but don’t take it out on me! I’m just trying to help.”

Peppermint Matcha Latte — “On a normal day, I’d prefer snow over rain, but right now, I’d rather it rained.”

Hojicha Latte — “You keep saying that you know how to get out of this [corn maze/escape room/haunted house/etc] but I think we’re lost.”

Nutella Coffee Latte — "Don't you sell just normal coffee without all these themes and flavour? I just want coffee to get me through the day."

Butterbeer — “Don’t be silly— werewolves and wizards aren’t real.” “But vampires could be…”

Perfect Poison Punch — “Are you a vampire? Because this is feeling a bit like love at first bite.”

Hocus Pocus Milkshake — "I can see into your mind, I know what you want and lucky for you, I can give it to you."

Pomegranate Cranberry Mocktail — “Alright, party’s over. Let’s get you sobered up.”

London Fog — “You said what to who now?! Why?!”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔:

Pecan Pie — Cafe aesthetics

Apple Pie — Apple picking

Pumpkin Pie — Pumpkin carving

Cranberry Cheesecake — Warm colours

Candy Apple — Halloween colors/vibes

Caramel Pear Blondies — Baking together

Toffee Apple Bread and Butter Pudding — Raking leaves

Banoffee Pie — soft colours

Almond and Apple Tart — haunted house/corn maze

Pumpkin pie Smores — gothic/dark 

Pear and Blackberry Crumble — sweet tooth/trick or treat

Pear, Pecan and Caramel Crumble — rainy days

French Apple Tart — monochrome with one dominant colour

Apple Fritters — matching costumes

Feijoa, Honey and Pistachio Strudel — [idol] as [horror character]

𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔:

Mistakes Happen — Mistaken Identity + Supernatural!AU

Kiss in the rain — Kissing as a distraction + Magic!AU + Best friends to lovers

Hunter Paradise — Hurt/comfort + Tending to their wounds + Confessions

Eat well everyone and enjoy the season!

Rules

Must be a member of the net

Writers - must be at least 500 words

Visual artists - can be moodboards, gfx, gifs, icons, etc.

Include prompt(s) in some part of your work

Tag #kfallforyou and #kvanity

Net rules and regulations apply to the event

Event Timeline

Sept 22th-Nov 22nd

M.list posted Nov 27th

[shalomniscient]

OH! sevchino thought that i suddenly had. in one of the asks you mentioned that you’re from SEA (me too!) was wondering what arle’s reaction would be if she would to taste south east asian cuisine, would she like them or would she have certain preferences?

omg i love this question !! had to sit and think about this one for a while HAHA for my non SEAsian or even non-msian gamers and moots, i'll add footnotes to the bottom of this post for each dish/food :)) ok last note before we get into the ask, i'm msian myself, so my 'expertise' as it were is in msian dishes (or, the msian variety). SEA is not a monolith and i won't pretend to know every single SEA dish out there, so the dishes i describe in this post won't be reflective of the true breadth of SEA cuisine !! ok disclaimer over tq for listening to my ted talk 😌😌😌

for breakfast foods i am legally obligated to make her try nasi lemak at least once bcos c'mon now. if i don't plug nasi lemak to foreigners i feel like the govt will kick my door down and revoke my citizenship. i usually take mine with fried chicken BUT i feel like arle would like paru (lung) ?? don't ask me why i am operating simply on vibes LOL but aside from that i think she'd be an absolute fiend for kaya on toast which honestly ??? so sexy of her, kaya is so fucking good

main dishes are a little difficult, admittedly, because a lot of them do have a generous amount of spice if i'm comparing it to fontaninan/european standards. i feel like arle has okay-ish spice tolerance, so i think arle could sit down and enjoy a toned-down rendang or an asam pedas that's more asam (sour) than pedas (spicy). anything higher than that like a straight up sambal might destroy her tastebuds LOL unless it's the kind of sambal that's got a sweeter aftertaste, though EYE personally don't like that kind of sambal LMAO as for noodle dishes, can't go wrong with a good ol' laksa or bakso. these are generally not the most spicy (and you can choose the spice level for bakso) as far as i've encountered them, so it's another win for arle !! also char kuey teow !!!! i prefer the dry version over the wet version, but both are FIRE and so fucking good. it's also not the spiciest, like you can get kuey teow that is kinda mild, so arle would be able to handle it 👍👍👍

ok now that we've got main dishes aside it's time to get really into it and go right to the sweet stuff and BOY do we have sweet stuff... i dunno why but i feel like arle would most enjoy semperit ?? maybe because i think it's very similar in taste to what you can find in fontaine. there's also bahulu, which is functionally the same as a sponge cake, just a lot smaller, like cookie sized. moving on from the kuih though we got the heavy sugar hitters like ais batu campur and cendol. i don't think arle would actively seek either of these out, but she will indulge in them if EYE drag her ass out to the night market to get some 😌😌😌 also i would 100% get her to try bandung and honestly i feel like she might like it !! but in moderation, because god that thing is sweet asf 💀💀💀

ok i think i've written everything i got for now so i can cease my rambling sdhlsjdhlsjhd in conclusion i feel like arle would gravitate more to the sweet foods than the spicy foods, but she can sit down and appreciate the spicy stuff once in a while !! in any case, thank u for the ask anonnie !! i think i got a little carried away but this was fun :))

nasi lemak - rice cooked in coconut milk and usually served with deep fried peanuts and anchovies, sambal, fried or boiled egg, and sliced cucumbers. can also be eaten with fried chicken or rendang.

paru - fried beef lung. personally not a fan, but it's usually eaten as a side dish to accompany nasi lemak.

kaya - a spread kind of like jam made from coconut milk, eggs, sugar and pandan leaves.

rendang - slow cooked and braised meat in coconut milk, seasoned with a metric fuckton of herbs and spices. my personal favourite is beef rendang, though it comes in chicken and lamb variations also.

asam pedas - a stew dish that involves fish cooked in with tamarind (asam) juice and assorted spices. usually will also have okra/lady's finger and/or eggplants added in as vegetables.

sambal - spicy chili paste, though some variations make it a little sweeter. sambal has a bunch of different versions, but my personal favorite is sambal belacan, which is sambal made with fermented shrimp paste (it's so fuckign good................ belacan my beloved)

laksa - sour-spicy noodle dish served in broth that contains coconut milk and/or tamarind, with chicken or prawn as toppings.

char kuey teow - stir fried rice noodles, usually prepared with lard but pork-free variations also exist. fried with cockles and prawns, but sometimes also with chicken or beef.

bakso - beef broth noodle soup with meatballs but SEAsian style 😎😎😎

semperit - a kind of crumbly custard cookie

bahulu - small cookie-sized sponge cakes

ais batu campur - shaved ice with red beans, syrup, condensed milk, evaporated milk, cendol, corn and agar-agar cubes. you can also add other stuff but iirc this is the typical combo. colloquially known as ABC.

cendol - shaved ice with green pandan-flavored jelly, coconut milk and palm sugar.

bandung - rose syrup mixed with evaporated milk and/or condensed milk

[mariacallous]

Back in the 1980s, when polenta was the hot new item on restaurant menus, I was eager to try it. I knew it was a traditional Italian dish, but it was foreign to everyone else, including me. I bought a package of cornmeal, began the preparation, and when it was done I realized I had been eating it all my life. It was the same dish Jonathan Harker ate before his encounter with Count Dracula in Bram Stoker’s novel, known in the American South as “cornmeal mush” and “pap” in South Africa. But I knew it as mamaliga, which had been a staple in my grandma’s Romanian kitchen. 

Because mamaliga was such an essential in our lives, I didn’t realize that most of my Jewish friends had never heard of it. The hallways in the buildings we lived in all had the same familiar scents of Ashkenazi staples we all knew — chicken soup, challah, braising briskets, and roasting chickens. Shared values and menus.

Except when it came to mamaliga, which I learned was limited to those of us whose ancestors were from Romania. 

While our family was dining on cornmeal mush, everyone else was eating kasha varnishkes, a dish I ate regularly only after tasting it at my future mother-in-law’s house (it was love at first bite).

It all has to do with geography, I think. Polenta/mamaliga is based on cornmeal, which had been unknown anywhere except the Americas, where corn is indigenous. Christopher Columbus and other Spanish and Portuguese explorers brought corn to western Europe and Africa, where it flourished. Cornmeal became a staple.

Turkish traders noticed corn grain in the markets of Africa and brought some “granoturco” back to Southeast Europe, including the region we now know as Romania, which then belonged to the Ottoman Empire. In 1692, a Romanian nobleman tried some, thought it worthy, and introduced it to Romania. It became the country’s national dish. 

A few years ago I visited “the old country,” including the city of Iasi, where my grandparents were born, and laid stones on the graves of my great-grandparents who are buried in the one remaining Jewish cemetery (when my grandparents lived there, the city was about one-third Jewish). 

Naturally we sampled mamaliga, which is ever-present on every restaurant menu. It’s usually served as a side dish, much like any starch, but in my childhood, my grandma, and later on my mother, served mamaliga in a multitude of ways, including our favorite, mamaliga cu branza si smetana – mamaliga with cheese and sour cream, served for lunch or as a side dish at dairy dinners. 

In my own kitchen, I’ve learned that mamaliga is incredibly versatile. I’ve used it as a substitute for potatoes, noodles, and rice (complete with butter, sauce, or gravy). I’ve served it as a full meal, as a topping for brisket or chicken pot pie filling, with mushroom ragout, and with caramelized onions and cheese. I’ve even mixed it with molasses and cream to make a quick Indian pudding. 

The leftovers are spectacular, too. In fact, in Romanian households they make extra mamaliga to pour into a loaf pan, let it firm up, and then cut slices to fry to crispy goodness. I’ve served fried slices of “Romanian toast” for breakfast, topped them with gravy or cheese for lunch, or with a fried egg for dinner.

It’s no wonder that the Romanians called dried ground corn mamaliga, a word that translates to “food of gold.” It’s a tribute not merely to the grain’s beautiful yellow color, but to its adaptability. Whatever you call it, this dish is an enduring winner and, as far as I am concerned, another treasure of the Ashkenazi kitchen.