Under Fujino's knife, a lavish dinner was soon prepared.
The table was laden with food: tonkatsu, half-eaten cucumber scrambled eggs, honey-glazed steak, salad, a thick soup Fujino had made from the leftover ingredients, and an assorted delicacy platter.
Toyama Kazuha sat at the table and took a deep breath of the fragrant dishes. Then, she complained to the two people with bandages on their hands, "Heiji, look at Fujino. Not only is he great at solving cases, he can make food that smells this good too. Now look at you—you cut your hand just chopping vegetables!"
Hattori Heiji picked up his chopsticks and took a slice from the assorted delicacy platter, his eyes going dead. "It's just cooking. How good could it possibly be?"
"I'd advise you to prepare yourself."
Conan rested his chin on his hand. "I really don't want to admit it, but Fujino's cooking is seriously incredible. I'm afraid you might accidentally keel over after eating it."
"Keel over? How could that possibly—"
"Holy—"
Thud!
Refusing to believe it, Hattori Heiji immediately experienced several seconds of Food Wars! combined with the limited special effects of Cooking Master Boy. Then he lost his balance and toppled backward, chair and all, onto the floor behind him.
The Cucumber Scrambled Eggs Murder Case?
Conan chuckled beside him. "I warned you, but you just wouldn't believe me, right?"
"What... was that?"
Hattori Heiji's blank expression perfectly conveyed how utterly bewildered he was.
After all, if the Special Grade Chef passive was triggered, it made people feel as though they had entered the world of Cooking Master Boy...
Well, simply put, it was like eating mushrooms.
"That's Fujino's special cooking."
Toyama Kazuha glanced at her childhood friend, who looked as though he had never seen the world before, having completely forgotten how