“Oh my goodness...”

Jeong Su-Yeon needed a bit of time to regain her wits.

Of course, there were plenty of germophobia patients in the world. Just how many folks would freak out at the sight of a single hair strand on the floor, saying their house would soon turn into a virus-infested danger zone, and everyone inside would die as a result?

Unlike a residential house where its cleanliness could be maintained through regular cleaning and its residents not being that active, a restaurant was fated to be dirty almost all the time. Garbage was constantly produced, people continuously came in and out, and dirty, oily stains were an everlasting enemy to contend against. That was the reality of a restaurant.

Maintaining a residential house-like cleanliness in such a restaurant was definitely not a walk in the park. No, it would practically be impossible to pull off.

'So, how could this kitchen be cleaner than my own bedroom?!'

Jeong Su-Yeon was criticized for being a bit too hygiene-obsessed in her former workplace. Then again, wasn't she a strict believer in the mantra: a chef needs to pursue good hygiene first before pursuing good taste!

But today, she had to acknowledge that there was indeed a sky above the sky. A part of her underestimated this place since three young and inexperienced men were running it. After seeing the state of the pizzeria's kitchen, though, Jeong Su-Yeon thought that a person this obsessed with hygiene had to be a professional, regardless of how their cooking tasted.

Park Yu-Min whispered to Ju Yeong-Gi, "I think she's having a bit of a meltdown?"

Ju Yeong-Gi nodded sagely. "Makes sense. Even we...