Gensokyo Population Revitalization Plan

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When it comes to fried pork cutlets, another dish that cannot be missing is curry; the two can be said to be a standard combination.

Both Hanami Anna and Lala prefer a sweeter curry, while Mu Huai likes a spicy and rich curry, so he specially used two different pots to cook it.

Lala, who helps wash dishes at home every day, has developed excellent skills. Right now, she is washing dishes while chatting with Anna Hanami.

"Xingcai, why did you suddenly want to make fried pork chops?"

"Hehehe, Lala, this is a story between me and Woody, you know, do you want to hear it?"

Wow, I want to hear it!

Seeing the expectant look in her eyes, and seeing that Anja's mouth was almost stretched to her ears, before she could even start telling the story in a nostalgic tone, Mu Huai gently tapped her head with his wet right hand.

"Don't look around while cutting something, what if you accidentally cut your hand?"

"But...I want to tell Lala our story..."

"What I'm saying is, you can continue making your fried pork cutlets."

Before anyone knew it, Mu Huai had already chopped and cooked the ingredients for making curry, and put them in a pot with curry cubes to simmer. Now all that was needed was to wait for the curry to boil, then add coconut milk, cover and cook for twenty minutes, and it would be done.

He forcibly turned Anna Hanami's face toward the cutting board, and then told Lala about their past experiences.

From elementary school onwards, Anzu Hachimi's gluttonous nature began to show, as she would eat about half as much more than others at lunchtime every time.

However, in elementary school, the students in the class are responsible for serving the food, so it's impossible for them to give her extra portions for no reason. Therefore, Mu Huai had no choice but to share half of his lunch with her.

Even so, she would still complain of being hungry when school was over. In order to keep the gluttonous girl who was following him around hungry quiet, Mu Huai had no choice but to cook fried pork chops for her himself.

She did this for five years until her adoptive parents died in a car accident.

What made Mu Huai want to complain was that he had never met these two adoptive parents from beginning to end, and he couldn't even find any photos of them in the house.

Perhaps it is also related to the fact that this world is a fusion of multiple worlds. In short, it can be said that he won over Anna Hanami's affection level by eating fried pork cutlet when he was young.

Who knew that what she got in return was a ruthless confession and desensitization treatment from a gluttonous sea otter. If it were someone who didn't know her personality and her bizarre thought process, they probably would have blocked her and never contacted her again.

"The delicious fried pork cutlet is ready!!!"

Three tempting pork chops, each coated in a golden-brown crust, lay quietly on the plate, each as thick as two finger joints.

Hanami Anzu cut the pork cutlet into five pieces with a knife, and then drew patterns on the surface with ketchup. When drawing the pork cutlet for Muhuai, she subconsciously drew a heart.

When she realized something was wrong, the design was already finished. She had no choice but to draw two more, but she felt that it was a bit like trying to cover something up.

He then added another arrow to string the three hearts together, intending to show that he was just drawing randomly.

But after she finished drawing, she realized that her whole process looked more like a confession to Mu Huai, and she stood there dumbfounded, holding the ketchup, at a loss for what to do.

Lala walked over and carried the fried pork cutlet to the pot of curry. She scooped up a full spoonful of curry and poured it over the pork cutlet, covering up her "artwork".

"what..."

"What's wrong, Xingcai?"

"N-nothing, you're really quick."

"Hehe, just smelling the aroma has made my stomach grow so hungry."

Thinking she had escaped unscathed, Anzu was surprised when Lala took advantage of Mu Huai's absence while he was in the restroom after dinner to sit down next to her and whisper, "Anzu, did you draw a heart for Mu Huai because you're planning to confess to him?"

"Oh? You noticed the pattern on it?"

Lala scratched her head and smiled sheepishly: "I was so hungry at the time, and you were standing right in front of the last plate of fried pork cutlet without moving, so I took it... I only remembered about the pattern when I was halfway through eating it, you're not angry, are you?"

"No, no!" Bana waved her hands repeatedly in denial. She wasn't prepared to confess to Mu Huai, let alone do such a thing in front of Lala. "I just wanted to tease him a little, don't misunderstand."

What's the misunderstanding?

"It's just... a misunderstanding that I was going to confess to him."

"Don't worry, since you've said that, I definitely won't overthink it."

Lala's personality is indeed naive, but that doesn't mean she's unaware that Anna Hanami likes Kyou. After all, she only denied wanting to confess, not that she liked him.

Volume 3, "The Loser, the Alien Sisters, and Gensokyo High School": Chapter 74 - Remilia's Words Can Sound Sirens

After unexpectedly learning that Anna Hanami likes Moku, Lala, who has a good impression of her, begins to think about how to get her lover, fiancé, and future King Deviluke—Moku—to accept her confession.

This move might seem incredible to others, but it wasn't a difficult decision for Lala.

She likes Mu Huai, so any girl who likes Mu Huai must have something in common with her, and as long as they have something in common, they can become friends.

If Mu Huai also likes this friend, then the two of them becoming his girlfriends would be a double blessing, not to mention that Banami Anna is his childhood friend, so she has no reason not to help her.

(If I were to intervene rashly, I feel that Xingcai would become even more hesitant to confess to Muhuai. Perhaps I could make a few small inventions to help her!)

Having made up her mind, Lala went straight to her room to start thinking about her new invention as soon as she got home from school.

Remilia ignored the wide-eyed Anzu, put her hands on her hips, flew up to Mu Huai, and said smugly, "My loyal butler, now go out with me to buy clothes."

He turned his head slightly to look at Nana, who was looking dejected behind him, and then asked, "What's wrong with Nana? Why didn't she come to stop you?"

"Hmph~ She ignorantly challenged me, and when she lost, she turned into that. Now I can exercise the rights that are rightfully mine!"

If we're talking about something at home that Nana is familiar with, Mu Huai could only think of a fighting game. He just didn't expect that after playing with him for so long, she would still lose to Remilia, a newbie.

[She's really bad at this game; even I, a pro, can't carry her.]

[Stop lying. When you played with her, you were just unilaterally torturing her. You didn't try to teach her at all!]

"Being beaten is the best teacher," Yuuka told me.

I hope you won't become a teacher in the future.

Remilia glared at Mu Huai, as if to say, "If you don't come with me to buy clothes, I'll tell you right now that you tricked me into having sex with you."

He could only instruct Mengmeng and Yana Mikami, "Please prepare dinner, as Remilia and I may not be back for dinner."

"Understood, brother-in-law. You can go shopping with Miss Remilia without worry!"

"Hmm~ You're quite sensible, unlike your little sister, who's so silly."

"Who's the younger sister?! I'm Mengmeng's older sister!!" Nana frantically scratched her pink hair into a mess, roaring to the sky, "Why does everyone think Mengmeng is the older sister? Damn it... Is it really because of that damn fat on her chest?!"

Before anyone could react, she called out "Sister" and rushed upstairs, seemingly looking for Lala's help.

"Uh... I'll comfort Nana when I get back, Remilia, let's go."

"Ah."

Mengmeng pulled the somewhat confused Banami Anna into the living room, explaining Remilia's situation to her while asking what Muhuai had encountered at school that day.

......

Because flying would be too conspicuous when traveling and would also violate the rules in Kaguya's "Travel Guide," Remilia consciously folded her wings and walked on her legs.

However, after walking only about 500 meters, she found walking too troublesome, stopped and opened her arms to Mu Huai: "I'm tired, hug me."

"Okay, Miss."

Remilia was very light; to Mu Huai, her weight was practically negligible. After sitting in his arms, she suddenly took out her phone, opened the camera, flipped the lens, pointed it at herself, and pressed the shutter.

"Crack!"

Why did you suddenly want to take pictures?

"Vampires can't leave a reflection in a mirror, and neither can cameras, but that's all in the past, so I wanted to try what it's like to take a picture."

"No wonder the descriptions of you and Fran in paparazzi articles and unofficial news are all textual."

Mentioning the unscrupulous reporter, Remilia snorted coldly, her red eyes flashing with a strange light in the darkness: "If that paparazzi Wen dares to sneak into the Scarlet Devil Mansion to take pictures, I'll definitely use Gungnir to poke a few holes in her!"

"Wow, what a cute girl! Is this your sister?"

"Look at her clothes, the fabric is so high-quality!"

"Really? Could she be a noble lady?"

The two were walking down the street when they were suddenly surrounded by several hot high school girls. Because Mu Huai habitually wore glasses to disguise himself, Remilia's unique temperament and doll-like appearance attracted even more attention.

"You rude humans..."

Feeling like she was being treated like a child and her dignity was being offended, Remilia revealed her sharp fangs and subconsciously clenched her fists.

Mu Huai quickly pressed down her restless little hand: "Don't be angry with them, let's go buy clothes!"

After saying that, he led Remilia out of the circle of hot girls and headed straight for a high-end clothing store that specializes in custom-made children's clothes.

"Welcome, may I ask why you are here...?"

Before the shop assistant could finish speaking, Mu Huai interrupted him, saying, "That's right, bring out your best fabrics. I want to have a custom-made dress made for the young lady!"

"Understood, I'll go get the sample manual right away."

"Wow~ You actually came all the way to customize the VII Er San Ling Jiu Qi San Si store, you've thought of everything."

Remilia patted Mu Huai's shoulder twice approvingly, urging him to put her down.

The clothing store's decor was luxurious yet sophisticated. Although it wasn't her favorite gothic style, it was still reasonably good enough to have clothes custom-made for her.

The shop assistant quickly brought over a thick booklet containing pictures of various fabrics and clothing styles.

"Miss, please come with me to take your measurements for the custom-made clothes."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Remilia's every move exuded an air of nobility, making the shop assistant realize that the woman before him was a true noble lady, not just a little girl being called that for fun, and he bowed even lower.

"Please come this way."

Not long after, Mu Huai finalized the clothing style and fabric with another shop assistant. The design he chose also suited Remilia's taste, and she happily kissed him on the left cheek.

In an instant, the two shop assistants' respectful gaze turned into one that seemed ready to call the police.

Mu Huai paid the bill promptly, then carried Remilia away. He was extremely grateful that he had just kissed her on the cheek and not on the lips, otherwise he would have heard the wailing of police sirens.

Just as the two passed by a transparent display case in a clothing store, Remilia spoke again, pointing to the black stockings with cutouts on the mannequin's legs.

"Why didn't you order these socks from the store earlier? You were so happy to see me wearing them that night, weren't you?"

The bustling street fell into a deathly silence in an instant. Countless gazes, like sharp arrows, shot towards Mu Huai. He covered Remilia's mouth and fled the scene at lightning speed, covered in sweat.

Volume 3, "The Loser, the Alien Sisters, and Gensokyo High School": Chapter 75 Remilia: Let's Play a Game Here

The night was as dark as ink, but the city's glittering neon lights illuminated the inky sky.

Mu Huai carried Remilia and quickly passed through the streetlights. Although there was nothing behind him except his shadow, he felt the sound of police sirens echoing in his ears, as if stopping would mean being arrested by the Pie Team and forced to sing "Tears Behind Bars".

Why are you so nervous? Is there something wrong with what I just said?

"Of course there's a problem. With your current appearance, saying those kinds of things is no less than making me stand in front of Reimu and causing an anomaly."

"Human rules are really troublesome; they can't even tolerate something as small as this."

"It would be a huge problem if they allowed it..."

After venting his frustrations, Mu Huai spotted a small park entrance not far away and, without a second thought, turned and rushed inside.

The park at night lost its daytime vibrancy. The swings hung quietly under the streetlights, and fine white sand was scattered around the edge of the sandpit. In the center, a shovel and a small plastic bucket, which some child had forgotten to take home, were stuck at an angle.

The semi-circular hut on the left opened a dark entrance to the two of them, as if leading to an abyss.

Why did you bring me to the park?

"Didn't you want to buy stockings? I have stockings from other worlds here. You can try them on. If you like them, I'll ask Sakuya to ask Ais and the others to help you buy them later."

As Mu Huai spoke, he bent down and led Remilia into the cabin, putting her down. Then he took out a pair of white over-the-knee socks with gold thread trim from his four-dimensional backpack.

"You even carry these kinds of socks with you? You weren't planning on doing something with me before you left the house, were you?"

"How could that be!" He handed over the socks, both amused and exasperated. "I wanted to finish the clothes as soon as possible so I could go back and have dinner. No food outside is as good as what Xingcai makes for my taste."

"For you to praise my cooking skills, does that little girl have a special talent for it?" Remilia's eyes flashed with surprise.

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just that I cook Xingcai according to my own taste."

Aside from a few Chinese restaurants, the food served in other restaurants was either too sweet or too salty. For Mu Huai, a Chinese person, it was simply unbearable to feel like he needed to inject insulin several times after a meal.

Eating these two flavors once or twice is fine, but eating them every meal is really unbearable.

Therefore, under Mu Huai's influence, Banami Anza's cooking style is more inclined towards Chinese seasoning methods, and she would not do things like adding sweet bean sauce to shredded pork with green peppers, which would cause blood pressure to soar.

"We've gone a bit off-topic. You should try on the socks now."

"Ah."

Remilia took the stockings. The moment they touched her, they felt as smooth as a young girl's skin, with a slightly cool sensation that spread from her fingertips, making her eyes sparkle.