Full Name: Haru Kiyoshi

Age: 33

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 189lbs

From: Fukuoka, Japan

Occupation: Yatai Owner

Yatai:

Equipment:

- 3 dozen racks of pork ribs
- 2 bottles Japanese white wine
- 5 packets of brown sugar
- 5 jars of honey
- 3 heads of garlic
- 5 bottles of fruit juice
- 3 bottles of kikkoman (dark soy sauce)
- 3 bottles roasted sesame oil
- 3 jars of white sesame seeds
- 2 containers of homemade vegetable stock
- 2 dozen bowls for ramen
- 2 dozen plates
- 5 gas burners
- 3 cutting boards
- 2 stock pots
- 3 cast iron woks
- 2 jars of chili paste
- 2 jars of broad bean paste
- 3 packets of brown sugar
- 5 packets of sichuan peppercorns
- 1 plastic container of firm silken tofu
- 1 plastic container of dried shiitake mushrooms
- 1 plastic container of spring onions
- 1 plastic container of sliced onions
- 1 plastic container of sliced chives
- 1 plastic container of bonito flakes
- 1 plastic container of seasonings
- 1 plastic container of freshly diced chicken thighs
- 1 plastic container of veggies (carrots, peas)
- 1 strainer (for making ramen bowls)
- 1 cooler of drinks (sake, diet beer, water, fountain drinks, etc)
- 1 ladle
- 1 small charcoal grill

Likes: Cooking, his business, customers, music, movies, girls

Dislikes: Thugs, food critics, actual critics, rude people, his past

Main Specialty: His version of Japanese Fried Rice

~Story~

Born in his home city of Fukuoka, Japan, Haru Kiyoshi is a third generation street food vendor from his grandfather, to his father, and now to him.

Learning the ropes from his family, Kiyoshi had been able to master the art of street food cooking as his grandmother would often help him however she could, even if she was limited in her abilities.

Eventually, during the time of his 10 year career, Haru's parents were killed in a car accident, but the pain wouldn't stop there as later on, in his early 30s, Haru's grandmother had passed away from Parkinson's disease, leaving him with no one left in his family to ask for advice when running the stall.

One night, as Haru was running the stall alone, he started to think about his future for being a vendor, all until a girl named Aoi Yamashita notices his pain as he cooked her favorite meal from his stall, Fried Rice.

Aoi would try to have a conversation with him, but all she got were grunts and nods. Instead of feeling down, she would try again until Haru finally gives in to a conversation with the girl, who had one of the most beautiful smiles he's ever seen.

Aoi offers to take Haru to somewhere where he could not only take his mind off of his Yatai, but help him mend his broken soul with her kindness and compassion towards him.

Does she succeed?