“Huh? It’s done?” The customer waiting for her pizza gasped in surprise. Her companions also blinked their eyes in surprise and stared at the pizzas.

Obviously, no one would bake pizzas beforehand in anticipation of incoming orders, so how could these pizzas be ready, even though it hadn’t been that long since they ordered them? Regardless of their disbelief, the customers saw the steam rising from the freshly-baked pizzas, and they had to believe it.

“Wowsers, look at them. They look great.”

“Why are there so many toppings?”

Park Yu-Min grinned brightly while putting the pizzas down. “Please enjoy.”

“Thank you...”

Park Yu-Min leisurely moved away from the table while eavesdropping.

“I was gonna take some pictures and leave, but... Wow, I gotta say, the quantity is something else. I don't think I'll regret paying a lot for this, you know what I mean?”

“You know how those places run by family members of celebrities usually overcharge for stuff, right? But this place is pretty reasonable, considering the quantity.”

“...Hang on a minute. If we look at the potential cost of making this pizza, I think it's way better than being reasonable. And if it also tastes good, then it'd be pretty much perfect…”

Park Yu-Min's ears perked up. The first group to place an order consisted of three ladies, unlike the next table, which was filled with stinky, thick-headed men. The truth was, a man's evaluation didn't really matter to a pizzeria. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that a pizzeria's success or failure hinged on the favorable evaluation by the womenfolk.

Although one would sometimes see a group...