Chapter 370 - 161: Pokémon’s Journey Off the Island (Part 2)

Chapter 370: Chapter 161: Pokémon’s Journey Off the Island (Part 2)

"Me...?"

For some reason, Zhang Shutong felt Gu Qiuyan shoot him another glance.

The menu only had five options. This was an Italian restaurant, so of course it couldn’t be as wild as Pizza Hut, with its durian, roasted duck, or fried chicken pizzas...

Everything was a proper, classic flavor.

Margherita, seafood, ham and mushroom, and bolognese.

The last item was the seasonal pizza.

Zhang Shutong knew this was the restaurant’s hidden option. On the surface, it meant the chef would get creative based on the day’s ingredients. But if you got to know the owner—who was also the chef—or if you could communicate with him effectively, you could actually make your own requests. As long as the restaurant had the ingredients, he’d make it for you.

In the end, Gu Qiuyan made the decision.

The guys ordered a ham pizza, and Ruoping wanted the seafood one. Seeing that no one else had any strong preferences, Gu Qiuyan suggested they also get a seasonal pizza and let the chef work his magic.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the business of ordering was settled.

The waiter poured them some sparkling wine. Gu Qiuyan took a sip, then said she was going to the restroom.

She irritably tapped on Zhang Shutong’s chair—a habit from their old days as deskmates. Knowing she wanted to get out, Zhang Shutong instinctively moved to let her pass.

Gu Qiuyan huffed, her long hair flowing behind her as she walked away.

...

Anthony was contemplating what flavor today’s "seasonal pizza" should be.

This was Grevet Pizza House’s fifth year in business, and also his fifth year in China.

To be honest, he didn’t have much time to think. The restaurant had been fully booked by noon, which meant he’d be battling it out in this oven-filled kitchen for the next hour.

He adjusted his chef’s hat, just as an idea began to form. At that moment, the cloth curtain to the kitchen was pulled aside.

"What is it, darling?" Anthony asked casually.

Usually, only his wife would come looking for him in the kitchen.

But this time, it was a young woman.

She had long black hair, an oval face, fair skin, and rosy lips. She was wearing a black blouse, and when she wasn’t speaking or smiling, she exuded a cold aura. Anthony was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. He had a strong impression of this young woman. Then again, who wouldn’t remember a beautiful customer who was also a big spender?

"Oh, it’s you. What can I do for you?" he said in English.

Whether or not she could understand was none of his concern. In fact, though she had been a frequent customer, she had never spoken with him before.

Truth be told, he didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now, not even his wife, because he was already swamped. But his professionalism compelled him to be patient and soften his tone.

"Do you have beef tenderloin in the restaurant?" To his surprise, the young woman asked curtly, also in fluent English.

"Beef tenderloin? You mean like a tender, roasted, marinated steak?"

"Something like that. But I want it on a pizza."

"Oh, you mean for today’s seasonal pizza. Of course," Anthony said, realization dawning on him. The price for a pizza with custom requests like this wasn’t fixed. He snapped his fingers. "My pleasure. I was just wondering what to make."

"What about chili sauce?"

Anthony was taken aback again. The young woman, staring at her phone, continued to ask:

"And lettuce, diced tomatoes, and tortilla chips?"

"This sounds like Mexican flavors."

"Can you make it, or not?"

"Of course, that’s no problem."

Anthony thought the young woman was a bit strange. ’Why come to an Italian restaurant to eat a Mexican-flavored pizza?’

"I can certainly do that."

The young woman left, and Anthony let out a breath. He didn’t actually want to take on the order, but his professional ethics compelled him. As an Italian, he really, *really* didn’t want to make such a bizarre pizza, but the customer is always right.

The war that was his alone to fight was about to begin, but the curtain was pushed aside again.

"Any other requests, beautiful lady?"

Anthony forced a smile.

But this time, it was a young man.