"Emergency meeting?"

Qinghe Hachiro raised his eyebrows vigorously.

"Why is it so sudden...did something happen?"

With his mouth full of grilled squid, Sanosuke Harada muttered incoherently:

"Well, I'm not sure about this either. Anyway, let's rush to the conference room first."

"..."

Qinghe Balang lowered his eyelids, and a look of vigilance quickly passed through his eyes.

For "insiders" like him, "remaining sensitive" and "keeping nerves in a state of tension at all times" are essential survival skills.

Any disturbance around him can make him wary.

After subconsciously glancing at the saber on his left waist with the corner of his eye, he showed a harmless smile and nodded:

"Well, that's true, let's go!"

As he spoke, he took a big step forward.

Sanosuke Harada followed closely.

The two walked side by side.

The aroma of grilled squid lingered in Qinghe Hachiro's nose... Harada Sanosuke took big bites of grilled squid, his mouth was shiny with oil.

Qinghe Hachiro never liked this kind of greasy food, so he held his breath involuntarily, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to frown.

——Huh! What a wild monkey who doesn’t know etiquette!

Qinghe Hachilang sneered secretly in his heart.

Everyone has their own preferences. Whether it's eating grilled squid or eating shit, it's Harada Sanosuke's freedom.

Even if he doesn't like these foods, Qinghe Hachiro will not make irresponsible remarks about them.

But...he really couldn't stand the other party's rude behavior of "eating while walking".

The thing Qinghe Hachiro hates the most is violating samurai etiquette - eating on occasions that have nothing to do with food and beverages is one such thing.

His contempt for Harada Sanosuke has reached its peak.

It took a long time for Harada Sanosuke to eat the grilled squid... As if by magic, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a brand new bag of persimmons that he had just bought.

"Qinghe-kun, do you want to eat?"

——Tsk! Haven’t you eaten enough?

Qinghe Hachiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes and shook his head calmly:

"Thank you for your kindness. I'm not hungry now, so I won't eat."

Harada Sanosuke looked regretful.

"That's it...that's such a pity! The persimmon cake tastes really good!"

After that, he eagerly tore open the package, grabbed a persimmon, and stuffed it into his mouth like a starving ghost.

Suddenly, his cheeks were filled with happy colors, and the muscles on his face relaxed.

While enjoying the meal, he also expressed a simple and straightforward but emotional emotion:

“Delicious! So delicious!”

Qinghe Hachiro squinted his eyes and glanced coldly at Sanosuke Harada who was immersed in the pleasure of gluttony.

——Eat, eat, eat... just know how to eat!

He suddenly thought: Harada Sanosuke's preferences are really horribly low-level.

To put it simply, Harada Sanosuke only likes two things: "food" and "sex".

It is said that before going to Luo, he, Hijikata Toshizo and Nagakura Shinpachi often went to and from Yoshiwara together.

After arriving in Kyoto, Aomori issued a strict order to "no entry to romantic places". Since he couldn't find a woman, he focused all his energy on eating.

In his free time except training time, every time Qinghe Hachiro saw him, he was either eating or on the way to eat.

Apart from eating and drinking, Qinghe Hachilang never saw him engaging in other recreational activities, let alone smelling incense, making tea, listening to the rain and other elegant things.

——In addition to "food" and "sex", does he have no other pursuits?

As soon as he thought about it, he couldn't help but become a little curious about the psychological state of this creature that he didn't understand.

Just like that, on a whim, he suddenly asked:

"Harada-kun, do you have any ambitions?"

Harada Sanosuke was stunned for a moment, chewed faster, swallowed the persimmon in his mouth three times, and asked:

"ambition?"

Considering the other party's low IQ, Qinghe Hachiro patiently explained:

"Do you have any grand goals? For example, you want to be a high official, make a lot of money, live a glamorous life surrounded by people, and so on."

Harada Sanosuke blinked his eyes a few times, raised his head and stared at the ceiling above his head, thinking seriously.

"A grand goal... Hey, don't tell me, it really is! I do have a very grand goal!"

Qinghe Balang raised his eyebrows and immediately asked:

"If it's convenient, can you tell me something?"

Harada Sanosuke chuckled.

"The eel rice from Kiyotaya is delicious! I have never eaten such delicious eel rice in my life! My current ambition is to live a happy life where I can eat eel rice from Kiyotaya every day!"

Having said this, Harada Sanosuke paused for a moment, and then muttered to himself thoughtfully:

"Hey, if I think about it carefully... I seem to be close to completing this ambition."

"Although Kiyotaya's eel rice is very expensive and I'm not rich now, the salary Mr. Tachibana pays me is still quite considerable."

"'Eat every day, eat every day' - this is definitely not something you can count on."

"However, if you try it every 2 or 3 days, it's more than enough."

Qinghe Hachilang: "..."

A strange silence shrouded the two of them...

About 5 seconds later, Qinghe Hachiro, who finally recovered, turned his shock into a voice with a dumbfounded expression:

"...Haha? Kiyotaya's eel rice?"

Harada Sanosuke laughed foolishly.

"Qinghe-kun, what's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Don't you know Qingtaya? It's a restaurant not far from here, only two streets away. When you are free, I'll invite you to Qingtaya.

Have a meal……"

Before Harada Sanosuke finished speaking, Qinghe Hachiro roughly interrupted and said:

"Can you eat eel rice every day? Is that it? Is that all your ambition?"

Due to his excitement, his voice broke a little.

Harada Sanosuke heard this, thought for a while, and then said resolutely in a firm tone:

"That's right! That's it! Apart from the eel rice at Kiyotaya, I have nothing else to ask for at the moment!"

He paused, seemed to remember something, and changed the subject:

"If I have to say that there is any need...it should be that I hope Mr. Tachibana can lift the ban on entering and leaving Fengyue places as soon as possible."

When he said this, he let out a vulgar laugh of "hehehehe" and grinned, the corners of his raised lips almost touching the base of his ears.

"Although the people in Kyoto are very arrogant and annoying! But I have to admit: the women in Kyoto do have a different kind of charm!"

"Ah...because I can't go to Shimabara, so I can only use my hands to release my desires recently...it's really suffocating me!"

“I really want to experience the similarities and differences between Kyoto women and Edo women soon!”

Qinghe Hachilang: "..."

Even without a mirror, Qinghe Hachiro could still imagine his current expression - dumbfounded, with the word "speechless" almost written on his face.

——Eel rice...His ambition is just to eat eel rice...!

To his ears, Harada Sanosuke's reply was too explosive!

This was even more unbelievable to him than saying bluntly, "I have no ambition, I just want to eat and die."

A dignified seven-foot-tall man, what he pursues is actually eating eel rice...

Perhaps Harada Sanosuke's lack of ambition made him sigh with regret. After hesitating for a while, he took a deep breath and then put on a solemn and solemn expression.

"Harada-kun, although I may be meddling in my own business by saying this...but please allow me to say this to you solemnly: As samurai, we should be ambitious!"

Speaking of this, Qinghe Hachiro raised his chin and raised his hand to touch the saber on his waist.
To be continued...