"That's it! THAT'S IT! Never again Naruto-kun! I'm never eating another bowl of ramen! Never! You can eat as much as you want but just know that you'll be eating alone because I've had ENOUGH!"
Hinata knows she was overreacting. It's just that she's been married to Naruto for a month and all they've eaten is ramen. She's usually able to sneak something else in, a handful of vegetables or something equally innocuous. But every day, it's ramen. She knows its Naruto's favourite. She even taught herself how to cook homemade ramen when he proposed.
But enough is enough. Hinata's tired of only ramen, just the smell of it makes her queasy. And would it be so hard for them to have her favourite for once? She's complained to her friends and tried subtly dropping hints to her ramen obsessed husband but nothing's worked.
But Hinata misses him. She misses eating with him, spending time with him. Meals with Naruto were always something to look forward to. All the zenzai and cinnamon rolls in the world aren't worth eating alone. She just wishes Naruto understood.
So when Hinata walks into their apartment and finds a bowl of zenzai next to a plate of cinnamon rolls sitting on the table, she almost cries. And when she finds Naruto hiding in their bedroom looking like a sad puppy dog, she laughs, kisses him and insists he share her soup with her.
When she tells her friends the next day and thanks Sakura for pointing Naruto in the right direction and Sakura explains that she didn't have anything to do with it, Hinata rushes home and whips up a huge batch of homemade ramen. And a few cinnamon rolls.
That night, Naruto dines on specially made ramen and Hinata licks icing off cinnamon rolls and both decide that regardless of what they're eating a meal is best spent together.
Though Naruto will gladly admit that his new favourite food is most definitely Hinata's homemade ramen. Sorry, Ichirakus.