I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Of course, in Zhu Yu's eyes, it was a familiar and beautiful NPC who suddenly appeared. As a player who appreciates good looks, she naturally greeted her happily.

The place where I first met this Lantang NPC was at the dessert shop, when the dessert shop launched a new product - mousse cake.

Mrs. Nakamori's dessert shop actually sells more traditional Japanese sweets, and the shop's name is a very conventional "Nakamori Sweets Shop".

This dessert shop has been open for decades, and its customers are mostly regulars, but its turnover has always been lukewarm.

Mrs. Nakamori comes from a wealthy local family in Yokohama and doesn't care about the revenue of her small shop, but the players do!

Especially when exploring the map, eavesdropping on conversations between passersby and NPCs reveals that other dessert shops are more popular than the shop where the player works. Mrs. Nakamori can tolerate this, but the player can't!

Very well, Mrs. Nakamori, you don't need to be so forceful anymore, because your "force" has arrived!

The ambitious player quickly began to work hard to expand and strengthen the dessert shop, launching new products every week and offering customers a 50% discount during the new product launch period.

Of course, Zhu Yu, having been bombarded by merchants' overwhelming marketing efforts, knows the saying "even the best wine needs advertising."

High-level business battles often employ the simplest methods.

People of Yokohama, prepare to be bombarded with endless advertisements!

The rich have their ways of getting rich, and the poor have their own clever tricks.

Unfortunately, the players didn't have the financial means to book advertising slots on TV and in newspapers, so they had to resort to the most basic method.

So, during the day at work, Zhu Yu pushed half of the waitress's job onto the child from the "sheep" family, and Nakahara Chuuya couldn't stand it and came to help.

Zhu Yu praised the capable NPC repeatedly for his nimble hands and quick reflexes. Although she didn't know why the NPC was blushing, she didn't think much of it and continued to diligently hand out flyers on the street.

As for the evenings, while rummaging through the trash, she would also slip advertisements under the doors of people she passed by.

Who wouldn't praise his hard work after seeing this?

However, fate still dealt a blow to the poor player.

The player was reported for sneaking into a stranger's NPC's house in the middle of the night to slip flyers inside, and almost got a second chance at jail! Fortunately, Mrs. Nakamori took her to the NPC's house to apologize, and the matter was resolved.

Fortunately, her efforts paid off. The dessert shop was revitalized, and the number of customers surged. In order to develop a new career and to increase the supply of desserts in the shop, Zhu Yu started making desserts herself.

This was the third day since she learned and launched the "mousse cake" dessert. After making a bunch of mousse cakes of various flavors in the game, she went to work as a waitress to relax.

And it was at this time that the beautiful NPC, Lantang, appeared, directly hitting the XP of players who are obsessed with appearances.

When Lantang opened the door, the player was first amazed by his face, and then noticed his out-of-season attire—he had warm earmuffs on his head, wore thick clothes, and had a scarf wrapped around his neck.

Although the other NPCs are dressed very lightly, there must be a reason why this NPC is dressed like this.

Just like some games give characters swimsuits in winter, there are no real spring, summer, autumn and winter in games. It's just a trick to trick players into buying new skins!

After thinking about it for a while, Zhu Yu clicked on the speech bubble above the NPC's head to start a conversation.

"What would you like to order?" she asked procedurally.

He pointed to the newly posted poster advertising mousse cakes at the shop entrance: "I'll have a chocolate mousse." Then he rubbed his hands together, wrapped his clothes tighter, and sat down in the corner of the shop.

Zhu Yu tilted her head in confusion. Was this NPC cold?

The player decided to show his care to this handsome NPC, after all, he's a long-haired male beauty!

Players whose XP has been thoroughly exploited by this low-quality, low-quality game: !!!

Faced with a guest who appeared to be shivering from the cold, you decided—

A. To drive away. "Please don't get cold here; go somewhere else to get cold."

B. Pour him a glass of hot water. "Young man, you need to drink more hot water if you're feeling weak."

C. Brew a cup of hot tea. Whether it's raining or not, Earl Grey tea goes perfectly with chocolate mousse cake! "Sir, if you feel cold, you can have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

After pondering for a moment while pinching his chin, Zhu Yu manipulated the little figure to go to the kitchen and brew a cup of Earl Grey tea.

She carried a tray and placed Earl Grey tea and chocolate mousse cake on the table: "Sir, if you feel cold, you can have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

Actually, she subconsciously wanted to choose the option "Young man, you should drink more hot water if you are weak," but after thinking about it, she decided to choose this one instead.

Haha, aren't you touched by the players' thoughtfulness?

Because they were so close, the aroma of the tea rose with the steam, a refreshing citrus scent mixed with the aroma of chocolate wafting into his nostrils. He paused slightly, then nodded gently and whispered, "Thank you."

Then he slowly picked up the teacup, took a small sip, his movements elegant, as if savoring something precious. The warmth of the tea traveled down his throat to his stomach, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he hadn't felt warmth in a long time, and his whole body relaxed a little.

He cut off a small piece of chocolate mousse and put it in his mouth. The cake had a delicate and silky texture, and the bitterness of dark chocolate, the sweetness of cream, and the lingering fragrance of Earl Grey tea intertwined in his mouth, creating a wonderful balance.

The taste was so familiar, as if he had tasted it many times before. That's why, after tasting this delicious food again after so long, he subconsciously relaxed his brows and the coldness in his eyes seemed to melt away a little.

Perhaps this is something I often ate before I lost my memory...

This connection to his life before his amnesia lifted his spirits, a barely perceptible softening in his eyes. He put down his cutlery and said to Zhu Yu, "Thank you, kind lady, I feel much better. My name is Lan Tang, may I ask how I should address you?"

“I’m Meichuan Kuzi, you can call me whatever you like,” Zhu Yu replied.

Because the art style is chibi, Zhu Yu didn't realize that this was a foreign NPC. After all, it's hard to distinguish races in anime games.

Yokohama is truly an international city!

After that, Lantang began to frequent this dessert shop. Each time he came, he would order a cup of Earl Grey tea and a piece of chocolate mousse, and sit in the same corner seat, quietly savoring them.

The two went from being strangers to being able to chat comfortably.

*

Pulled back to reality, Zhu Yu blinked, waiting for his answer.

"What a coincidence, Miss Meichuan." He nodded in response, his melancholy eyes falling on Zhu Yu, lost in thought.

After a long silence, he frowned slightly, whispered "Sorry," and slowly took out... from his pocket.

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A beige cotton handkerchief, without any pattern.

He said, "Perhaps you need a clean handkerchief."

*

The night was as dark as ink, and the streets of Yokohama were bathed in a hazy glow from the dim streetlights.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, blew in from the direction of the harbor, brushing against Lantang's cheeks, causing his dark hair to dance in the air.

He strolled alone on the quiet street, the hem of his clothes swaying gently in the wind. The omnipresent wind enveloped him, as if trying to pierce his bones with its chilling moisture.

That omnipresent coldness was more like some kind of invisible curse, tightly binding him, and this chill had been difficult to shake off ever since he woke up and discovered he had lost his memory.

His chest felt like it had been ripped open by a massive black hole, swallowing everything within him. He didn't know where he came from, whether any relatives were waiting for him, or even if the name "Lantang" truly belonged to him...

Only by constantly being exposed to things that feel familiar can he relax his tense nerves for a moment.

Although he is still standing on the road of life, the road he came from has collapsed, and there is no turning back.

Looking into the distance, there was a dark sea that seemed like an endless abyss when the moon was not up.

Lantang loves the sea at night; it is quiet and deep, and the ebb and flow of the waves bring a sense of inexplicable peace.

He gazed into the distance, letting the sea breeze tousle his hair, his thoughts drifting far away, as if they could blow back to the past and capture the fragments of memories that had vanished.

However, at that moment, he caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

It was a rather short figure, bent over, rummaging through a roadside trash can.

Lantang has excellent eyesight. By the light of the street lamp, she could clearly see that familiar face—a face with baby fat, delicate features, soft eyes with slightly upturned corners, and a blank expression with little emotional fluctuation when not speaking. But when those dark eyes gaze at you, you can feel her seriousness and focus.

She is a young lady whose behavior sometimes baffles him, but who makes him feel very relaxed when he is with her—[Umekawa Kuko].

Her clothes were dirty from rummaging through the trash, and her face and hands were covered in grime, but she didn't seem to care. She was searching with almost devout concentration, as if she were looking for something important.

Lantang stopped involuntarily.

He watched her quietly for a while, then strode towards her.

His footsteps were very light, but they were still clearly audible in the quiet night.

She seemed too focused to notice anything until they were close enough that his shadow was almost within reach, at which point she seemed to realize something and finally looked up.

Upon seeing herself, a hint of surprise seemed to flash in her eyes, followed by a smile—a smile that seemed so perfect that it appeared somewhat insincere, but Lantang could still sense the genuine joy beneath it.

“What a coincidence, Mr. Lantang,” she said.

Lantang nodded, his gaze falling on her face, which had turned into a mess like a cat's, and he hesitated to speak.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a clean handkerchief from his clothes and handed it over.

He always carries several handkerchiefs with him in case of emergency, and now they come in handy.

*

"Wipe it off." Lantang's voice was deep and calm, like the sea breeze at night, carrying a hint of coolness, yet making people feel at ease.

Congratulations on receiving: Lantang's handkerchief

This handkerchief, from a niche, accessible luxury brand, is quite expensive. Its simple and elegant design makes it suitable for everyday use. [Cleanliness +20 after use]

Zhu Yu was taken aback. It was rare for an NPC to give her something, and it was quite touching for a player.

An NPC giving a player a gift = The NPC likes the player = The NPC wants to be the player's wife!

Oh! Honey, I love you too!

In that case, this handkerchief is a token of love between the player and the NPC, so keep it safe!

Zhu Yu carefully folded the handkerchief and put it into her game backpack.

Lantang was puzzled by Zhu Yu's actions, so he asked, "Why don't you use my handkerchief?"

[What is your answer to Lantang's question?]

A. Because it was given to me by you, I can't bear to use it.

B. It looks expensive, I'll go back and sell it!

C. Handkerchief? What handkerchief? I didn't see any handkerchief. Don't try to slander me!

What?! So you can sell NPCs' gifts...

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No! Don't even think about tempting the player. If you choose options B or C, Lantang's wife will hate you. Players aren't stupid; they won't lose the big picture for a small gain!

Zhu Yu followed her heart: "Because it was given to me by you, I can't bear to use it."

Lantang's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly recovered from his shock. His gaze softened, and he handed her a new one: "It's okay, I have another new one. Since you can't bear to clean that one, just use this one."

However, all we players will think is: Yeah, it's token of love number 2, keep it safe!

He quickly hid the handkerchief again.

Lantang only felt the handkerchief disappear quickly from his hand. Then, after the culprit put his things away, he looked up curiously at the other person with his bright eyes, as if silently urging: Is there more?

Although he knew that Zhu Yu's thinking was sometimes unconventional, seeing her do this still made Lan Tang feel a deep sense of powerlessness, both angry and amused.

He felt that this was not the first time he had encountered such a bizarre and inhuman person, as if he had seen similar beings around him before.

Who could it be? He wondered as he pulled out the last clean handkerchief.

This time, he didn't even bother to hand her a handkerchief. Instead, he quickly wiped away the dirt and grime from Zhu Yu's face and hands, being very careful not to touch her exposed skin.

"Sorry, that was rude of me," he said casually, folding up the dirty side and putting it back in his pocket.

He deliberately ignored Zhu Yu's pleading gaze.

Forget about it, don't even think about taking this dirty one.

"It's so late, why is Miss Meichuan still outside?" Lantang asked, trying to distract her.

This tactic worked perfectly. The player, completely unaware of Lantang's ulterior motives, began to honestly confess: "I need to pick up trash."

"Picking up trash?" Lan Tang frowned, somewhat incredulous. "Are you having financial difficulties? Perhaps I can offer some assistance."

"No, picking up trash is a hobby." Zhu Yu's eyes were firm, and she glanced longingly at the uncollected items in the trash can. "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lantang, but I haven't finished picking up all the trash today."

As he spoke, he started walking towards the trash can.

Lantang's gaze was like that of someone looking at a stubborn cat that was determined to roll around in the mud, full of disapproval.

"It's getting late, you should head back. Let me take you."