MUP: Chapter 62. Golden Ratio.

"This should be good."

In the kitchen, Ryan looked at the time and opened the steamer.

When the lid was lifted, the first thing that he noticed was the strong aroma. Ryan could even see a bright light flashing through the steamer.

Of course, it may just be his illusion.

After all, this was the world of American comics and not the world of the "Chuuka Ichiban!".

Shaking his head, sweeping away the absurd thoughts in his mind, Ryan returned his gaze to the dish in the steamer.

On the green lettuce leaves, a series of hot dim sum were attracting Ryan's eyes. Even though he cooked all of the dim sum himself, Ryan subconsciously gulped, looking at the exquisite dishes in the steamer.

"Golden ratio pork dumplings."

Looking at the delicious food in the steamer, Ryan murmured its name.

That's right, Ryan's cooking was the dish [Shell] made for the first time in 'Chuuka Ichiban!' Although, in the plot of the animation, this 'Golden Ratio Steamed Dumplings' of [Shell]'s lost to the 'Big Bang Shumai' Liu Maoxing made.

However, Liu Maoxing didn't win because he defeated [Shell] in terms of cuisine, but [Shell] conceded defeat at the end.

As the perfect result of [Shell]'s years of experience, the golden ratio dumpling was close to perfection in terms of taste and appearance. However, in the face of what would have been certain defeat, Liu Maoxing was actually able to quickly conceive the 'Big Bang Shumai', an unprecedented novel and daring cuisine, to turn the situation around.

[Shell] willingly admitted defeat, believing that Liu Maoxing had surpassed him in culinary attainment.

The cooking episode in the anime aside, the aroma of the steamed dumplings kept tickling the cravings in Ryan's stomach.

Reaching out, he picked up a dumpling and popped it into his mouth. The sweetness of the vegetables, the saltiness of the pork, and the freshness of the shrimp exploded in Ryan's mouth all at once.

"Unfortunately, without the smooth taste of Jinhua ham as the finishing touch, this pork dumpling can't be considered a perfect 100% 'golden ratio steamed dumpling'."

Shaking his head, perhaps because Ryan was using the [Shell] character card, the [Dim Sum Master] skill allowed him to detect the missing part of the dish easily.

Restricted by the ingredients, Ryan's 'Golden Ratio Steamed Dumplings' was still delicious, but it didn't reach the golden ratio as the name suggested.

Shaking his head regretfully, Ryan ate the remaining steamed dumplings in the steamer.

'But... how should I use [Shell]?'

After eating and returning to reality, Ryan looked at the [Shell] card in the system and fell into contemplation.

Although it wasn't a battle-related card, there was no doubt that [Shell] really had the ability to be a [Dim Sum Master]. It is a bit too wasteful to keep on hand simply. What's more, as a D-level card from the [Black Iron Treasure Chest], Ryan didn't forget that this card was worth a thousand points, so it shouldn't be wasted.

'No, it has to be useful.'

Ryan frowned and casually glanced 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, Ryan suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

　　...

3 days later, on the streets of New York.

A new red food truck appeared on the street, contras to the various burgers and hot dogs on the streets of New York. From observing the external signs on this food truck, it can be seen that it was selling Chinese-style dim sum dishes. In addition, the food truck had a stack of bamboo steamers. For many Americans, it was a cooking utensil that could only be seen in movies or in Chinatown.

Although the kitchenware was unfamiliar, the aroma emanating from them kept attracting pedestrians, who turned their heads to see where it came from.

During this period, the vast majority of pedestrians shook their heads and left after seeing the fast food truck the aroma came from. To some, it still required a lot of courage to try a brand new cuisine that they had never tasted in the past.

However, there were also some people who were attracted by the aroma emanating from the food truck and had the courage to walk up to it.

"Hey, man, what kind of food are you selling here?" The first customer who came to the window was a bald man with a figure that told people that he loved to eat. He tiptoed while trying to see inside the food truck.

"Dim sum dishes. For the specific dishes, I've written them on the signboard."

At this moment, a slightly tanned Asian man emerged from the food truck. He was a burly man with a long scar on the left side of his face and spoke with broken English.

The owner of the food truck surprised the man standing outside, but his attention was soon attracted by the food on the signboard.

Not because of the names, but purely because of the price of the food.

"Dude, that's highway robbery!" The guy pointed to the prices on the signboard and then shouted with an angry expression, "10 bucks is too much for a single dish from a food truck! You're not even parking in front of an attraction!"

As street food, the prices of most food truck items in New York generally range from 3 to 6 dollars. A few expensive food truck dishes were already well-known or famous. This never seen before food truck was already claiming that 'lofty' price. It was no wonder that this chubby bald guy felt agitated.

"As an 'expert' who has eaten at a majority of the food trucks in Manhattan, I think you should adjust the prices of these dishes, may cut them in half ..."

"You don't have to eat here, right? " Facing the advice from the so-called 'expert', the owner of the food truck rejected it and looked at him with impatience.

"..."

Choked by the words of the food truck owner, baldy's expression suddenly stiffened. He felt like he wanted to run away and just leave this place. However, the aroma in front of the food truck continued to disintegrate his weak determination. Although he thought he had tasted various food, he had to admit that the new food truck in front of him was really attractive.

Standing in front of the food truck and struggling for a while, in the end, his appetite overcame his will. His mouth muttered in annoyance, but his body was honest. He fished out 10 dollars from his pocket, pointed to the sign, and read out the name.

"Give me some 'Golden Ratio Steamed Dumplings'. "