Chapter 507: Chapter 419: Durian Is Prohibited in This Hotel, Thank You for Your Cooperation
The unexpected deliciousness of the pineapple pizza caught Sergy off guard.
By the time he reacted, he realized that somehow three slices of pizza had already ended up in his stomach.
Feeling guilty, he looked around cautiously and noticed that no one was paying attention to him, so he lowered his head again.
With the pineapple pizza leading the way, his worries about the durian pizza had mostly diminished.
But with this kind of purely fruity sweet pizza, he felt he might still have some difficulty accepting it.
Eating too much cheese can be overwhelming, and after just having three slices of pineapple pizza, he felt a slight sense of greasiness.
"Just one piece, I’ll just taste one piece, and I’ll take the other two back for Su—she’s sure to love fruity pizza."
Rubbing his slightly rounded belly, he decided to control his appetite today and eat only to about seventy or eighty percent full.
He picked up a golden durian pizza slice and sniffed it, a strong sweet and stinky smell wafting over.
Sergy’s expression changed slightly, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.
The smell was weird—could it really taste good?
He cautiously took a small bite and found it sweet, a bit like fruity chocolate, with a creamy cheese aroma; the stink wasn’t as prominent.
"It seems okay?"
He bravely took a few more bites, furrowed his brows, and finally felt overwhelmed by the durian cheese.
"Looks like I have to eat it in small bites, eating it in large chunks is too greasy. Maybe it’s just because I don’t like sweet pizzas?"
He quickly drank some ice cola to suppress the incoming greasiness, then bit into the pizza crust, attempting to use the scent of wheat to neutralize the lingering sweetness.
With this bite, he finally discovered the cheesy pineapple sauce hidden in the crust.
"Huh??"
"I wondered why the crust was so thick, turns out it has filling?"
Upon careful tasting, he realized that this crust was actually a pineapple-flavored cheese sauce. When eating the pineapple pizza earlier, because of the large pieces of pineapple, he didn’t notice it at all.
"Interesting, the Great Xia People actually fill the pizza crust and create completely different flavors; no wonder they’re famous for their gourmet cuisine."
He quickly polished off the remaining pizza and rinsed his mouth with ice cola, leaning back into his chair contentedly.
At this time, several guests with similar paper bags came out of the restaurant and sat down separately in the beach area.
He watched them with interest, and sure enough, he soon saw their expressions and movements becoming sneaky, hiding themselves behind pizza boxes while eating.
"Ha?"
He shook his head humorously, "Turns out, in other people’s eyes, this move is so obvious."
"This is Dieppe; I’ve lived here for so long without running into acquaintances. How could it be possible to go out and casually meet someone?"
As he was about to collect the empty box in front of him, and the box with two remaining pieces of durian pizza, his shoulder was suddenly tapped.
He instinctively turned his head.
"Sergy?"
"Hey!"
"It’s really you!"
"Earlier, I saw your back from a distance on the beach and thought it was familiar, and the closer I got, the more I was sure—it turns out you moved here?"
Sergy stared at the sexy bikini-clad girl in front of him, completely stunned, blinking his eyes, clearly not yet understanding what was happening.
Next to the girl stood a man, who immediately put his arm around the woman’s plump waist, pulling her lightly towards him, as his gaze drifted over to the pizza box on the table.
"?"
"What’s that, fruit pizza?"
With this reminder, the woman also noticed the presence of the pizza, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the fruity aroma lingering in the air.
"It smells kind of like pineapple—oh my, you’re eating pineapple pizza?"
"Honey, could this be your ex-boyfriend?"
Without giving Sergy a chance to speak, disdain flashed in their eyes, and they each took two steps back.
The woman even pinched her nose, and rolled her eyes speechlessly.
"I didn’t expect you to be like this. Count me blind before. Don’t go telling others you know me."
With that, the two turned and left without hesitation.
"......"
Watching their receding figures, Sergy twitched the corners of his mouth a few times and silently closed the pizza box.
The situation attracted the attention of several nearby dining guests.
Seeing his troubled expression, they offered words of comfort.
"Buddy, don’t be upset. What’s wrong with pineapple pizza? As long as it tastes good, right!"
"Great Xia is one of the oldest culinary countries in the world. If even they recognize a dish, it surely has its significance."
"Exactly, it’s their problem for not appreciating it. Let’s enjoy the taste ourselves!"
"We bought too much and can’t finish it; how about we share two slices of pineapple pizza with you?"
"?"
Sergy was feeling down, but after a few words of comfort from everyone, he felt a little better.
Suddenly hearing this remark, he immediately rolled his eyes again and waved at the couple.
"No need, no need, thank you for your kind offer. Just eat by yourselves, I haven’t finished here, and I really can’t eat more. After all, it’s made by the Head Chef himself, so eat more and don’t waste it."
After saying this, he quickly stood up, grabbed his bag and walked out swiftly, as if afraid he might run into another acquaintance if he stayed a few more minutes.
Just as he was leaving, the remaining diners also packed up their pizza boxes and got up to leave.
"Eh, eh? Why is everyone leaving?"
Nicole, holding a stack of papers, was left standing there, surprised. She originally wanted to conduct a survey, but it seemed like the diners were in sync, as they all left at the same time, regardless of whether they had finished eating.
"This won’t do. Everyone completes their tasks, and if I’m the only one who fails, will Chef be disappointed in me?"
Thinking of this, her eyes showed a hint of determination.
She decided not to leave but stayed by the restaurant’s side door, watching intently as several diners lined up to collect their pizzas.
Once they grabbed their pizzas, they could only leave through this door, not the front entrance, to avoid disrupting the queue there, so there was no worry about anyone sneaking past her.
Soon, another batch of piping hot pizzas came out.
"Ladies and gentlemen, could you please fill out the dining feedback?"
"If possible, please give it to me as soon as you finish your meal!"
"What? You want to take it back to the hotel to eat? Well, then please take two sheets back to fill out, and if possible, please deliver it to the restaurant by tonight at eight o’clock, or leave it at the hotel reception desk!"
"I’m counting on you!!"
Most diners found the idea of dining and filling out a survey a hassle.
But Nicole was pretty, and her high-end uniform made her even more charming.
Men weren’t the only ones captivated, even many women were charmed by her. Before they realized it, they had an extra piece of paper in their hands.
The contents of the paper weren’t much, just a few lines, mainly about the satisfaction level of the four pizza flavors and a line for improvement suggestions, that’s all.
If done quickly, it would take about ten seconds to finish.
Seeing the paper content, most diners were relieved.
They were willing to complete such a simple survey, fearing only the ones with densely packed options like exams—that kind they couldn’t finish at all.
As the line moved, more and more diners bought the novel Great Xia flavored pizza.
Oddly, there were very few customers dining in the restaurant here, only about less than one-tenth, while the rest left with their pizzas, disappearing from sight.
The chefs were somewhat surprised by this phenomenon but quickly guessed the reason behind it.
"As expected, fruit pizza’s market in Europe isn’t big. If it weren’t for Lin’s reputation and us being here, perhaps not many would be willing to try it?"
Raphael leaned over to Dais: "How are the stats looking? How many of each of the four flavors sold?"
Dais pointed to the white paper pressed on the table, filled with four vertical and one horizontal lines, representing the Western ’正,’ indicating counts of five.
Seeing that paper, Nagishiro Sho and Marchello curiously came over, wanting to see the diners’ choices.
"1, 2, 3... 33."
"Both the beef sauce and salted egg yolk grilled chicken pizzas sold thirty-three portions, meaning all customers ordered these two as a combo?"
"Pineapple pizza exactly twenty portions, durian pizza only fourteen."
"As expected, fruit pizzas aren’t that popular after all..."
This result was almost anticipated, even better than imagined.
They originally thought hardly anyone would order fruit pizzas, but nearly half of the customers were willing to try.
"I’ll head back now, you two have been out for quite a while, perhaps should get back to your own restaurants?"
After reaching a preliminary conclusion, Raphael felt restless and gave the two a resentful look before leaving.
"No rush, no rush."
Marchello laughed and waved: "You know my team; it’s the same with or without me; I don’t even have to go back."
Nagishiro Sho nodded in agreement: "It’s much the same for me too, so you can’t slack off work, training employees is more important than anything."
"...Goodbye!"
Raphael rolled his eyes dramatically and left without turning back.
The way he talked, it was like Raphael slacks off!
His restaurant’s top employee was right here; weren’t you two traveling a long way to learn?
What are you pretending!
As he slowly drove out of the parking lot, he saw guests with pizza boxes continually leaving the hotel entrance and moving to the side.
At the hotel entrance, two security guards and the front desk girls looked helplessly as they stopped the guests.
He instinctively slowed his car and rolled down the window slightly.
"Sorry, everyone, we’re not stopping you from eating pizza in the hotel, but hotel policy prohibits bringing in foods with strong odors like durian, stinky tofu, or surströmming."
