A Position Money Can't Buy

“Here!”

Seo Ji-a confidently set the plate down.

“Pizza!”

Kang Tae-seong looked down at the plate.

‘This is…… pizza?’

It was a rather ambitious thing to call pizza.

The crust was so thick it was practically hard, the cheese had clumped together in places, and the vegetables were piled so high you’d think they were the main ingredient.

It looked less like pizza than a Korean savory pancake buried under a mountain of vegetables.

The children hesitated at its alarming appearance, while Choi Yu-ri eyed it curiously and asked,

“What’s all this on top?”...