Crossover Anime: Randomly Setting Up a Stall with Binchotan Charcoal

Chapter 4 Golden Ratio Shumai

"Perfectly proportioned shumai!"

"Please enjoy."

In the summer, I picked up a shumai and put it into a small cardboard box, a packaging box provided by the system, which was the perfect size.

Freshly baked shumai, with four fillings in perfect proportion, each distinct.

A rich aroma wafted over, and Hiratsuka Shizuka felt as if she had entered a food paradise. Pork, shrimp, egg yolk, and greens—each flavor competed for attention yet blended together beautifully.

Hiratsuka Shizuka took the shumai, immediately broke off a bamboo chopstick, picked up the shumai, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Whoosh... It's so hot..."

She ate the first bite too quickly and cried out because it was too hot, but she just couldn't bear to spit it out.

The girl's hilarious eating manner left Xiao Binchangtan speechless; she was eating way too fast!

Once her mouth had adjusted to the temperature, Hiratsuka Shizuka took her first bite of shumai, her eyes practically squinting with delight. But she didn't forget the lesson after enjoying it so much, and impatiently took a second bite.

"Whoosh... It's so hot... So delicious!"

Another period of chaos ensued, with food still in his mouth.

Summer was both amused and exasperated. How old is she? She's still acting like a child.

He didn't even consider that when he first used Little Master's cooking skills to cook, he also wolfed down his food.

"Mmm...it's so delicious..."

As she ate, Hiratsuka Shizuka was moved to tears by how delicious it was. The shumai filling miraculously retained the chewy shrimp paste, the refreshing and delicious fresh greens, the mellow sweetness of the egg yolk, and finally, the smooth, non-greasy ham.

With one bite, four perfectly balanced and delicious flavors spread throughout your mouth.

The food was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating. Before she could even swallow, Hiratsuka Shizuka excitedly opened her wallet, took out a wad of yen, and hurriedly stuffed it into the hands of the young Binchotan.

"Boss, ten more shumai, please."

"I'll have two too."

The uncle next door, already unable to resist the aroma, quickly took out 1000 yen and bought two as well.

Soon, everyone had their shumai.

He ate them one after another, but the uncle regretted it as soon as he took a bite. How could two of these delicious things be enough?

"Boss, I'll have ten more."

The two people's exaggerated behavior made onlookers think they were shills.

But the fragrance you smell isn't deceiving.

It smells so good, it must taste delicious!

People's simple thoughts were reflected in their actions as they lined up in a queue.

People have a herd mentality, especially when they see a long queue. People who were hesitant at first all crowded around.

"Boss, I'll have four."

"Boss, I'll have four."

"Boss, I'll have four."

Soon, Kobinchotan got busy, his hands full of yen, and he spent a long time calculating the accounts.

With so much money, she could buy more rice than she could ever eat in her lifetime. This worried the little one greatly; for a moment, she didn't dare to greet the guests and looked at everyone with suspicion.

Summer packed quickly, and after finishing and receiving the small amount of money, Xiao Binchangtan breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile reappeared on his face.

"The golden ratio shumai is sold out. The second basket of three-flavor egg shumai will take 15 minutes. If you are in a hurry, you don't need to queue."

Upon hearing this, several office workers in suits left disappointed, but most persisted in queuing.

And those who received shumai at the scene could hardly resist the delicious food in their hands.

They ate right there on the spot, and once they started eating, they didn't utter a sound. Those two people with exaggerated expressions earlier weren't shills at all; they were guiding lights and food connoisseurs.

It smells amazing! It smells so good!

If it weren't for those two, everyone would have missed out on this delicious treat.

"good to eat!"

"So delicious I could cry."

"I've never eaten such delicious shumai!"

"Is this the Shaomai Fairy?"

The exaggerated praise made Xia Tian's lips twitch. In this small place, immortals are really worthless.

Thanks to him, the milkman next door bought his milk even faster than him.

"Hey boss, would you like a bottle of iced milk? I'll save one for you."

"No, no. I'm Chinese, I can't stand your way of drinking." Xia Tian's lips twitched. Shaomai with milk is okay, but why is it iced milk? Won't you get diarrhea eating like this?

The uncle, who had some free time, didn't rush to pack up. He watched Xiao Binchangtan being busy serving customers and keeping an eye on the fire, and looked on with envy.

"Your little sister is so sensible."

"Yes, it's precisely because they're too sensible that it makes people feel sorry for them."

Even when she's alone, Xiao Binchotan loves life and tries her best to live each day to the fullest.

But she was clearly still a child, not even as tall as a three-year-old.

Summer couldn't bear to think about how her mother-in-law had been getting through these days alone since she lost her.

The older man patted Xia Tian on the shoulder.

In his opinion, both siblings were good people; the brother was responsible for supporting his sister, and the sister was obedient and sensible, helping her brother. Judging from their clothing, neither of them were wealthy; in fact, they seemed somewhat strapped for cash.

However, with his exceptional skill in making shumai, he believed that the brother and sister would be doing well.

Actually, Xia Tian wasn't pretending to be poor; he genuinely was. It's no wonder he was rich after suddenly transmigrating into this world. The initial capital for his food stall came from earning money by carrying goods at the train station. Luckily, the system assigned him an identity; otherwise, he'd be considered an illegal worker.

With his skills, he should have been a chef, but after working for only a day or two, no one wanted to hire him.

"Brother, the shumai is ready."

"Boss, I'd like two or three three-flavor egg rolls."

I want four.

"Boss, I'll have three."

"......"???

Busy again, Xiao Binchotan happily and troubledly accepted the small amount of money.

"Please don't crowd, come one at a time."

In summer, when the lid of the steamer is lifted, the black and white three-flavor shumai appear before everyone's eyes. The eagerly awaiting customers immediately start eating as soon as they get their hands on them.

"Wow~"

The beige shumai wrapper with added egg, the black, shiny preserved egg at the top, and the crab egg inside the shumai—even if you're not hungry, just looking at it makes you want to eat one to satisfy your craving.

Tuanzi, who was about to be late for school, smelled the aroma and saw a group of people gathered around a shumai stall by the roadside. Her stomach immediately started growling.

Chapter 5 Dumplings: The Legendary Girl Who Had Her Shumai Stolen

Yui Yuigahama, nicknamed Dango.

She overslept today and didn't have time for breakfast. She originally wanted to buy a sandwich, but now, smelling the rich aroma of shumai, Tuanzi followed her body's instinct and quickly approached.

The closer she got, the more she couldn't move away from the glittering shumai.

smell good.

Before I knew it, I was already in line and had forgotten that I was going to be late for class.

The office workers who bought the goods have already started eating.

With each bite, it feels as if countless tiny particles are dancing vividly in your mouth, sealed with egg noodles and preserved egg. Crab roe filling—the three types of eggs blend harmoniously together, each bite so fresh it makes your tongue tremble.

Another round of exaggerated expressions unfolded.

...

Tuanzi swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the yellow and black shumai. As the shumai disappeared one by one, she prayed that it would be her turn soon.

Finally, it seemed that God heard her prayers.

"There are two shumai left, do you want them both?"

"want!"

Tuanzi hurriedly handed over 1000 yen. Although the shumai was a bit expensive, she felt it would definitely be worth the price. She was afraid that if she was slow, the people behind her would snatch it away.

"No need to queue anymore, we're sold out of shumai for today..."

The customers who waited for ages but still couldn't get any steamed buns were like: "???"

"Boss, please don't! It's almost my turn in line!"

"That's right, that's right, boss, please conjure up a few more!"

In an instant, cries of agony filled the air.

In summer, all they could do was hold up the empty steamer to show that they really didn't have any.

The few office workers who failed to buy shumai looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally their eyes were fixed on Tuanzi, who was the last one to buy shumai, their resentment deeper than that of ghosts.

"Ok??"

Tuanzi seemed startled; she didn't even bother to eat and rushed into the school with the shumai in her hand.

"Thank goodness, those uncles were terrifying."

After rushing through the gate, Tuanzi stopped and patted her own little dumpling in fear.

Just then, the school bell rang.

Tuanzi looked at the shumai in her hand and fell into a dilemma.

The morning sunlight shone on the preserved egg on top, reflecting a black sheen of oil. The steaming shumai emitted a fragrant aroma that tempted her to eat.

So what if I'm late?

With a gritted tooth and a stomp of her foot, Tuanzi picked up the shumai, ignoring the heat, and immediately took a big bite.

In an instant, Tuanzi felt as if she were in an ocean of life, with countless lives bursting open in her mouth.

"It's so delicious, so incredibly delicious, oh my gosh~"

She used to think that "so delicious it makes you cry" was an exaggeration, but today she couldn't help herself. The feeling of the piping hot crab roe on her tongue and the warmth of the three-flavor egg in her stomach were so delicious that she was moved to tears.

I ate two shumai in one go, and the corners of my mouth unconsciously turned up.

.....

the other side,

After selling all the shumai, Summer closed her stall as Uncle Milk said goodbye.

He sold 200 shumai in one hour and made a net profit of 2 yen.

"Charcoal, it's time to go home."

Little Binchotan, being held in the chair, looked on with a bewildered expression. "Is this the end of my workday? Just one hour of work a day, and they provide three meals a day?"

Moreover, she didn't feel like she was doing any work; she just arranged chairs and collected money. This job was way too easy.

"Brother, are we not selling shumai this afternoon?"

"We're not selling anymore. There's no one here this afternoon. Let's go home."

Hearing Xia Tian's words, Xiao Binchotan was momentarily dazed.

Going home? It's been so long, so long that she can't remember anyone ever saying that to her. Her mother-in-law must have said it, right? Hmm... she definitely did.