Chapter 62 Golden Ratio Shaomai

"It should be fine."

In the kitchen, Li Ran took the time to open the steamer.

When he opened the lid, the first thing that hit his face was a strong aroma. Li Ran could even vaguely see a bright light flashing from the steamer.

Of course, it's possible that it was just his illusion.

After all, this is the world of American comics and not the world of "The Little Master of China".

Shaking his head and sweeping away the absurd thoughts in his mind, Li Ran returned his gaze to the food in the steamer.

On the green lettuce leaves, steaming snacks were constantly attracting Li Ran's eyes. Even though these snacks were made by his own hands, Li Ran still swallowed subconsciously when looking at the exquisite dishes in the steamer.

"Golden Ratio Shaomai."

Looking at the fragrant food in the steamer, Li Ran murmured its name.

That's right, the dish Li Ran made was the dish made by [Jie Lu] in the showdown with the little master in "The Little Master of China" for the first time. Although, in the plot of the animation, [Jie Lu]'s 'Golden Ratio Shaomai' lost to the 'Universe Big Shaomai' made by the little master.

However, this is not so much that Liu Angxing defeated [Jie Lu] in cooking, but rather that [Jie Lu] finally admitted defeat.

The Golden Ratio Shaomai is the perfect result of [Jie Lu]'s many years of experience and research. It is close to the level of perfect cooking in terms of taste and presentation. However, faced with a situation that was originally doomed, the young master was able to quickly come up with an unprecedented novel and bold dish like the 'Universal Big Siew Mai' to turn the situation around.

This made [Jie Lu] willingly admit defeat, thinking that his cooking skills had been surpassed by the young master.

Putting aside the cooking plot in the animation, the aroma of Shaomai in front of him kept arousing the greed in Li Ran's stomach.

Reaching out, he picked up a piece of siomai and put it into his mouth. The sweetness of the vegetables, the lusciousness of the pork, and the freshness and sweetness of the shrimp suddenly burst out in Li Ran's mouth.

"Unfortunately, without the oily and smooth texture of Jinhua ham as the finishing touch, this siomai cannot be regarded as a 100% perfect 'golden ratio siomai'."

Shaking his head, maybe it was because Li Ran was wearing the [Jie Lu] character card at the moment. As a [Special Pastry Chef], he could easily detect the missing part of the food.

Limited by the materials, although Li Ran's "Golden Ratio Shaomai" is equally delicious, it does not actually achieve the golden ratio as the name suggests.

While shaking his head regretfully, Li Ran took care of the remaining shaomai in the steamer.

"But, how should we use the role of [Jie Lu]?"

After finishing the meal and returning to reality from the world of food, Li Ran couldn't help but fall into deep thought while looking at [Jie Lu] in the system.

Although it is not a battle-related card, [Jie Lu]’s ability as a [Special Pastry Chef] is undoubted. It is somewhat too wasteful to simply keep it in your own hands, not to mention, as an opener in [Black Iron Treasure Box] Li Ran didn't forget that this D-level card was worth a thousand legendaries, so it couldn't just go to waste.

No, we have to find a way.

Li Ran frowned and glanced casually around the kitchen.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the empty steamer in front of him.

Or, I could...

Looking at the steamer in front of him, Li Ran suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

…

Three days later, on the streets of New York.

A brand new red food truck appeared on the street, unlike the large and small hamburgers and hot dogs on the streets of New York. From the internal structure of this food truck, it can be seen that what it sells is obviously Chinese dim sum cuisine. Especially the stacked bamboo steamers in the dining car.

For many Americans, it is a cooking utensil that can only be seen in movies or in Chinatown.

Although the kitchen utensils were unfamiliar, the aroma emanating from them kept turning the heads of passers-by on the street.

During this period, most pedestrians shook their heads and left after seeing the aroma of the food trucks. For some people, it still takes a lot of courage to challenge a new cuisine that they have never tasted before.

However, there are also people who are attracted by the aroma emanating from the dining car and muster up the courage to step forward.

"Hey, man, what kind of food are you selling here?" The first customer who came to the door was a bald black man with a full foodie figure. He twisted his fat butt and glanced at the food truck.

“For dim sum dishes, I have already written the specific dishes on the sign.”

At this time, a bronzed man got out of the dining car. He was tall and tall, with a long scar on the left side of his face. He spoke in a somewhat unskilled Chinese English.

The muscular appearance of the owner of the dining car surprised the black man standing outside. However, his attention was soon attracted by the dishes on the sign.

Not because of the name, just because of the price of the food.

"Brother, you are robbing money." Pointing to the price of Shaomai on the signboard, the bald black man shouted excitedly: "The price of ten dollars is a bit too much for a food truck. It’s a bit expensive, but you’re not in front of any tourist attraction!”

As street food, the prices of most food trucks in New York generally range from three to six dollars. A few of the expensive ones are those from food trucks that are already somewhat famous. Like this food truck, which I have never seen before, it suddenly went for a 'sky-high price' of ten dollars. No wonder this black man was so excited.

"As an 'expert' who has eaten at most of the food trucks in Manhattan, I think you should adjust the prices of these dishes, at least reduce them by more than half..."

"You can choose not to eat." Faced with the endless advice of the black man in front of him, the owner of the food truck did not appreciate it very much. Instead, he replied impatiently.

"..."

The bald black man was choked by what the owner of the dining car said. His face suddenly froze and he wanted to turn around and leave. However, the aroma so close to him in front of the dining car constantly undermined his already weak determination. Although he thought he had tasted a lot of delicious food, he had to admit that the new food truck in front of him was indeed very attractive.

He stood in front of the dining car and struggled for a long time. In the end, his appetite defeated his will. The black man continued to mumble, but he honestly took out ten dollars in cash from his pocket. He pointed at the sign and read out the somewhat convoluted words on it. The name of the food in the mouth.

"Give me a 'Golden Ratio Shaomai'."