I became the King of Ryukyu

Upon opening the lid, inside was indeed a soft, jelly-like substance, emitting wisps of steam.

[Da Menzi: A traditional Hebei delicacy made with starch and donkey meat broth, characterized by its soft, chewy, and translucent texture. Strength +0.001, Subcutaneous Fat +0.005]

Zheng Yi reached out and poked it; the big mung bean curd was indeed very elastic.

Open the other one, and inside is a golden and crispy baked bun.

Donkey meat sandwich: A traditional Hebei delicacy, featuring braised donkey meat paired with a crispy flatbread, offering a rich and layered flavor. Speed ​​+0.001, Subcutaneous fat +0.005

Zheng Yi closed the lids of the earthenware jars and put them into the game's storage.

Surrounded by the sea, Ryukyu has a humid and hot climate, where things often get moldy.

Fortunately, these delicacies will never spoil if stored in the game's inventory.

Zheng Yi doesn't have a particular fondness for high-oil and high-sugar foods, but since they're free, it's not bad to use them for dinner to fill his stomach.

These three large jars of braised meat and baked flatbread are enough for him to eat for one or two months.

I quit my job at the convenience store today, and the perk of getting free expired bento boxes is gone, but now I've been given a replacement.

Moreover, Zheng Yi not only received three cans of free food, but also learned cooking skills.

Hebei's traditional cuisine might find a market in Japan.

In Zheng Yi's memory, those guys in Tokyo love to eat carbohydrates and eat very salty food, so they might be interested in braised pork belly.

In short, having more skills is never a bad thing, and it's always good to know a few things.

Shaking his head, Zheng Yi stopped thinking about it.

He went to the bathroom, having faced life and death several times. His pajamas were only soaked with sweat, but his pants were fine. Zheng Yi felt that he was already an exceptional person.

I had just turned on the water to take another shower when the noise downstairs grew louder, as if quite a few guests had arrived.

Zheng Yi was slightly surprised. Which unscrupulous section chief had brought his subordinates to the Isshin Izakaya for a team building activity?

Being stingy where one shouldn't be frugal suggests that one isn't destined for greatness.

You have a new email.

The game displayed a prompt, and Zheng Yi picked up the soap and started lathering it, while habitually clicking on the light screen in front of him.

[Special Event - Enemy Army at the Gates: A large and well-equipped enemy army is besieging your temporary residence, and they seem to have ambitious plans.]

【choose】

[1. Emulate Empress Dowager Cixi and Emperor Guangxu's westward flight to temporarily avoid the limelight and await an opportune moment]

[2. Emulate Emperor Chongzhen in guarding the nation's borders; the imperial cause will not be confined to a corner of the country.]

[3. Emulate Emperor Qinzong of Song by personally going to the Jin camp and negotiating with the enemy with his silver tongue.]

[4. Following Wu Sangui's example, open the Shanhaiguan Pass and borrow troops to assist in the suppression]

[Note: This is a major event with generous rewards. Different choices will result in different final rewards, so please choose carefully.]

The soap fell to the ground with a thud, and Zheng Yi stared into thought as he looked at the four options in front of him.

It seems like each one is more unlucky than the last!

But even though it's a choice of four, there's really not much to choose from. Zheng Yi got dressed, picked up a toilet plunger from the bathroom, and bent down to walk downstairs.

Putting aside any family ties, even as classmates and as a tenant and landlord, he couldn't possibly watch the siblings be in danger and escape through the window on his own.

What's more, this is the fifth floor.

Instead of going downstairs immediately, he lay on a secluded terrace on the second floor, observing the situation below.

A special incident has occurred, which Zheng Yi cannot ignore. This is probably not an ordinary case of drunkards causing trouble.

He wanted to call the police, but firstly, the police in Okinawa were notoriously unreliable and hard to count on.

Secondly, if the game's hints are misleading, and by the time the police arrive, it turns out to be a prostitute beating up a customer, then it would be counterproductive.

Thirdly, Zheng Yi was worried that if he called the police, the game would consider it "borrowing a master to help suppress the enemy," and he didn't want the rewards for the Wu Sangui route.

Downstairs, the antique-style paper lanterns of the izakaya emitted a pale yellow light.

A middle-aged man with a thick beard and a lot of fat had just picked up a piece of octopus with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth when he suddenly spat it out onto the tatami mat.

"What kind of garbage is this?" He slammed his chopsticks on the table, the sound so loud that even the customers at the next table looked up. "Is this wasabi octopus some kind of factory-made, packaged product? It's so salty it's awful, it doesn't taste fresh at all. How dare you even put it up for sale?"

Two young men at his table also started joking around in a nonchalant manner: "What a lousy place! The teriyaki chicken is awful, it's probably just pre-made food!"

Yuki paused, her hand wiping the bar counter, then lifted her tired face and forced a smile: "Sir, it's industry practice for izakayas to use pre-seasoned seasonings for their appetizers; all the izakayas do it this way. If you don't like it, I can cancel the dish for you, or you can get fresh sashimi instead."

"Standard practice? I paid to eat freshly made food!" The bearded man slammed his fist on the table, knocking the sake bottle over and spilling sake all over the table. "You're trying to fool me with this half-finished product? You're not opening this shop today if you don't pay me ten or eight times the price!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and overturned the table—the wooden table crashed to the ground with a "bang," the porcelain plate shattered all over the floor, and octopus pieces mixed with sake spilled onto the tatami mat, leaving a trail of sake stains.

The two henchmen behind her immediately rolled up their sleeves and stood up. The three of them formed a triangle, blocking Yugi between the bar and the wall. The bearded man's fists were raised in front of her, and he had a lewd grin on his face: "What? A woman runs a shop, and you want to go head-to-head with me?"

"Looking for trouble?" Yugi wrapped the cloth used to wipe the bar counter around her hands, and the forced smile on her face vanished completely.

Before the bearded man could throw a punch, she had already leaned over, grabbed his wrist with her left hand, and pushed him onto his shoulder with her right. With a muffled thud, the burly man, weighing over 100 pounds, was slammed onto the table, his face buried in the spilled sake, unable to even struggle free.

Zheng Yi is no longer a martial arts novice. He can see very clearly that this move is the "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail" move from the "Shinso Isshin-ryu" style. The move is executed in one smooth motion: the dancer turns, dives, lowers her hips, turns, and exerts force. It brings out more than 90% of the essence of "using the opponent's force against them and throwing them with the momentum."

If it were him, the movements might be more precise and the timing more perfect, but due to his weak physique, both speed and strength would be weakened, and the final effect would probably be about the same.

It seems that physical training must be included in his schedule, Zheng Yi made up his mind.

Having succeeded in his attack, Ji sighed and prepared to finish the job.

But she clearly underestimated the seriousness of the matter.

The moment his beard was released, he pulled out a wooden sword used for kendo practice from his trouser leg.

The wind howled as it slashed across, and his two henchmen simultaneously pulled baseball bats from their jackets, the three weapons blocking Yugi's escape routes in all directions.

Yuki dodged to the side, the wooden sword grazing her hair before striking the bar counter, scattering wood chips all over the floor.

She moved quickly, grabbing a bar stool to block the way, but the space was too small, and she was completely entangled and unable to get close, her feet gradually being forced into a corner.