Chapter 5: Working Overtime
When the pizza was finally placed in front of Leon, he swallowed hard at the sight of the thing—bigger than a washbasin. Just from the size alone, it outclassed every pizza he had ever eaten before. This was a monster, over fourteen inches across!
Normally, a pizza of this size could feed three or four people comfortably. Now, presented to Leon alone, it gave him quite a shock.
Seeing Leon’s surprise, Gus leaned close to his ear and whispered, “This one’s made just for you. Life on a farm burns through a lot of calories. Even if you can’t finish it, you can always take the rest home for breakfast tomorrow, right?”
“Thanks.” Leon remembered that his little farmhouse didn’t have any ingredients for cooking. He had no idea what he was going to do for breakfast tomorrow, so he quickly thanked Gus.
This plump bar owner and chef really did have a thoughtful side.
Gus chuckled and reminded him, “Go on, eat it while it’s hot. And if you ever get too busy to cook, you can place an order here. I can have someone deliver to your farm, so you won’t need to make a trip into town just for a meal.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Leon nodded. After all, this was a real need—his wooden cabin didn’t have any cookware yet.
He picked up a pre-sliced piece and took a bite. The rich cheese and soft crust were deeply satisfying. It was an American-style pizza, heavier on toppings than the traditional Italian variety, but that didn’t hurt its flavor one bit.
Along with the cheese and butter, there was basil and chopped ham, with onion and black pepper to enhance the taste. Every bite was addictive.