Ran was a very perceptive girl. She immediately noticed Momiji's expression gradually darkening.
The resentment practically seemed written all over her face!
She chuckled helplessly, as though she had found a kindred spirit. "Momiji, Sonoko has always been like this. Ever since I met her, she's never deliberately watched her figure. I have no idea how she manages it."
"That constitution really is something..."
Momiji looked at Sonoko, who was stuffing herself, with helplessness mixed with a trace of envy.
She felt that she completely outclassed that silly girl from the Suzuki family.
Except...
In this one regard alone, she had to admit she was a little envious.
Who wouldn't envy a constitution that let you eat without gaining weight...? Not just young girls—even grown women would envy it!
"Conan, have you picked something out?"
"Ah... I already finished eating."
Ran saw Conan returning empty-handed and asked in confusion.
Conan froze for a moment before smiling and replying.
At the same time, he complained bitterly to himself.
Just now, he had carefully picked out a cake that wasn't too greasy.
But just as he was about to return and eat it, he ran into an auntie who seemed to be the owner of the place.
Then Mr. Cake heroically sacrificed himself.
Afterward, that auntie had said she would get him another piece of cake, but after he followed her inside, she ran to the kitchen and spent ages scolding the pastry chef, Maeda Tsuyoshi.
Left with no choice, he could only come back.
He didn't particularly like sweets, but such a rare chance to freeload off Fujino had actually gone to waste...
That old hag really deserved to die!
A whole plate of small cakes was quickly wiped out by Sonoko.
After finishing every last cake on the plate,