"Okita-kun, it's delicious. Your cooking is very good."

Simple and straightforward words full of Saito's characteristics.

Although the words are simple, there is not a lot of praise contained in them.

Hearing that everyone spoke so highly of the noodles she made by herself, the corners of Souji's mouth slightly raised, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

However, although Souji did indeed show a look of joy, the lines of her facial features were a bit stiff.

It gives people a feeling of "she is very happy, but she is not completely happy yet".

At this time, the director quietly turned his head and looked at Qingden, who was sitting not far from her.

"Tangerine-kun."

she asked.

"What do you think? Do you think the noodles I made are delicious?"

The bowl of noodles in his hand, which was so delicious that he wanted to swallow it with his tongue, was actually made by Souji. For Qingto, this was unexpected but also reasonable.

Perhaps due to the influence of the environment in which he lost his parents at a young age and had to be strong and help his two sisters with housework, Souji is already very "wifely" despite his young age.

Cleaning him, doing laundry, cooking... all kinds of housework, he is good at everything.

Before Kondo got married, Abi and Inoue were basically doing all the housework in the hospital.

A Bi is very diligent.

And Inoue, who likes to do housework and is not happy when others help him, is even more of a housework expert who can "finish three days' work in one day".

Therefore, the general secretary's housework skills are of no use.

After Kondo got married and there was a woman in the imperial examination hall who could take care of the housework, Souji's skills became even more useless.

Therefore, after going back and forth like this, I rarely have the opportunity to cook in person.

However, even so, Aoto had eaten Souji's cooking a few times - although not many times, Souji's extremely high level of cooking skills still left a deep impression on Aoto.

"Very tasty!"

Qingdeng praised sincerely.

"Soji, you will definitely be a good wife in the future...well...!"

Before the last word: "子" came out of his mouth, Qingdeng quickly shut his mouth.

——What a risk, what a risk!

He was quick to talk and almost exposed Souji's daughter.

Nagakura, Saito and the others still don't know that Souji's physiological structure is slightly different from theirs.

If Qingdeng fails to shut up in time, if he says the sentence "You will definitely be a good wife in the future" completely, it will not end well.

"Uh... he will be a famous chef who will be famous far and wide if he changes his career to catering!"

Qingdeng promptly changed his tune.

At that moment, everyone in the hall was busy eating noodles, so no one noticed anything strange about Qingdeng.

The only one who would have a significant reaction to Seito Shizai's words and Shizai's abnormality was the Souji himself.

"Hey hey hey~~"

Souji raised his hand to play with the slender ponytail on the back of his head, with a naive smile on his face.

That weird look of "happy, but not completely happy" disappeared.

Instead, there is complete and complete joy from the heart.

Qingdeng didn't know that someone still noticed and understood the full text of his slip of the tongue just now.

"A good wife..."

A murmur that seemed excessive and inappropriate to describe as "as thin as a mosquito's moan" floated out from the Souji's lips.

The Souji picked up her bowls and chopsticks, lowered his head, and took big gulps of noodles into his mouth.

Use a wide bowl that is slightly larger than her little face to cover the slightly raised corners of her mouth, which outlines the beautiful arc, and the faintly blushing face.

…

…

There is no custom of setting off firecrackers or fireworks during the Japanese New Year, so it was quiet outside.

It was quiet everywhere... Correction, it should be said that the whole of Edo was quiet.

This largest city in Japan is wrapped in night and thin moonlight, as quiet as the depths of a lake.

The air is filled with the scent of soba noodles and peace.

From time to time, bursts of laughter would come from a certain mansion.

With such a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere, it is hard to imagine that this city has suffered countless setbacks and hardships in the past year.

The radical anti-barbarian faction carried out indiscriminate killings; the anti-barbarian group carried out unscrupulous destruction everywhere; the large influx of jobless rogues led to an extreme deterioration of public security...

Thanks to the joint cooperation of law enforcement officers from various public security agencies, including the "Sanchai" of the Enforcement Office headed by Aoto, the Huofu Thief Kai, the security situation in Edo has been greatly improved.

The anti-barbarian group ceased to exist, and the "radical anti-barbarian movement" that was once in full swing due to the assassination of Ii Naomi gradually ceased; the lawless rogues remained silent and kept their tails between their legs.

At first glance, it seems that brighter days have arrived.

However... anyone with a little bit of discernment and a sense of the overall situation can see that peace is far from coming.

Qingnobo agrees with some of the remarks made by Ito Daizo when he came to visit this morning: Times are changing greatly.

The current situation in Japan is not only not improving at all, but is getting worse and more bloody.

The idea of ​​respecting hostility is now very popular among the people and even among the officials.

Many members of the shogunate were admirers of the idea of ​​respecting each other - especially those from the Hitotsubashi faction.

A considerable number of people in the Hitotsubashi School highly admire the idea of ​​respect and opposition.

Fanatics with radical ideas of resisting the barbarians like the lunatics of the anti-barbarian group have not disappeared. They just changed their "vests" and no longer call themselves "patriots who resist the barbarians". Instead, under the banner of the emperor, they start calling themselves "people with patriots who respect and resist the barbarians."

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They received great honors.

They evolved and became more difficult.

As long as Qingdeng is still in a public security agency like the Huofu Thief Reform, sooner or later he will still be with these people who have radical ideas to fight against the foreigners... Ah, no, now we should call them "respecting the people who fight against the foreigners". Yes, sooner or later he will still be with these people.

deal with”.

However, no matter how you say it, the old year has passed and the new year is about to come.

No one can tell what will happen in the next year, or even further in the future.

In short, let’s embrace the present to the fullest.

Enjoy this rare moment of peace and quiet.

Qingdeng took out his pocket watch and looked at the current time - exactly 20 o'clock, 4 hours before 1861.

——Speaking of which...it seems like it's almost the first anniversary of my time traveling to this world...

If Qing Deng remembered the flowers correctly, he came through his soul on January 12, 1860.

After all calculations, Qingdeng has indeed been living in this new world for nearly a year.

——Time flies so fast...

The corner of Qingdeng's mouth raised a smile that resembled nostalgia.

The previous year passed so quickly.

Because Gohun had passed through and was still confused about the situation, he followed Arima and the others with a confused expression. The scene of the attack on the lair of the Renyi clan was still in front of his eyes. As a result, in the blink of an eye, he had already begun to fight with his brothers.

Let's celebrate the coming of the New Year together.

The previous year passed very long.

Thinking back carefully, Qingdeng really met a lot of people and experienced a lot of things in the past year.

I have subordinates who share weal and woe, brothers and sisters who treat each other with sincerity, and a girl I love deeply.

He has solved murder cases, killed terrorists, and fought bandits.

Qingdeng's year was more colorful and exciting than the ten years of ordinary people.

Qingdeng stuffed his pocket watch back into his arms, raised his eyes, and scanned the faces of everyone in front of him one by one.

Harada was bragging about the origin of the scar on his stomach again.

Saito remained aloof and independent as always, eating noodles in silence.

Kondo and Nagakura, who were drunk, started to dance.

Inoue happily acted as the atmosphere team, keeping time with these two dancing masters.
To be continued...