America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Do you prefer black tea or green tea?

"Black tea, I've heard that black tea is very helpful for digestion."

Li Qun and the old gentleman started chatting about health preservation. Li Qun told the old gentleman some Chinese health preservation methods, such as drinking warm water, adding goji berries to tea, and soaking his feet in warm water before bed.

The vice-principal felt he had a pleasant morning, with only one student "disturbing" his good morning.

As they get older, elderly people like him don't receive care, and no one teaches them how to treat their old age.

Li Qun didn't care about him. The old man still drank ice water and ate cold food at home every day and was tormented by constipation.

Li Qun suddenly realized that besides giving the old gentleman tea, he could also give the vice principal a jar of snow-white lard.

The vice principal, old George, was tall and thin. We gave him some lard to help him recover.

Li Qun sat in the classroom during the first period, thinking about caring for the elderly.

Peter and Gwen entered the classroom and were somewhat surprised to see Li Qun already there.

“I thought you were late.” Peter sat down at the desk next to Li Qun and placed his backpack at his feet.

"I arrived at school about an hour early," Li Qun replied casually.

"Are you sure you didn't misread the time?" Gwen asked.

"Yes." Li Qun nodded.

“Harry is going to be late today,” Peter said.

"What's wrong? Did he message you?" Li Qun asked.

“On my way to school, there was a car accident,” Peter replied.

“I saw the news, and it said that the traffic accident rate in New York increased by 40% this month, and the subway was the least affected by the weather,” Li Qun said.

"The school bus is also moving slower on the road."

“As long as you’re not late, Peter, you’d prefer the slower-moving school bus, wouldn’t you?” Li Qun said.

Peter pretended not to know what Li Qun was implying.

Peter switched to taking the school bus, which meant he was going to school with Mary Jane. Chatting with Mary Jane on the bus to school was Peter's happiest time.

……

"We need to find a new apartment quickly."

In Brooklyn, Sharon, who had just returned home from get off work, discussed moving with Steve.

Heating capacity varies across different areas and apartments in New York City, and the heating in Steve's studio apartment was quite inadequate, with an indoor temperature of only 14 degrees Celsius, making it feel like there was no heating at all.

“My salary has increased a bit in the last two months,” Steve said.

Steve's recent job is clearing snow and ice from the roads to maintain traffic order in New York City. His get off work hours have become irregular, but he has been compensated with overtime pay.

Steve also got a small promotion; he's now a squad leader, leading a small team and in charge of a cleaning truck.

"Sharon, I'm sorry, I don't have time this weekend, so I'll have to trouble you to find a new apartment."

"There aren't many vacant apartments available for us to choose from this season."

“What if we don’t consider apartments?” Sharon asked.

"How do we solve the problem of getting to work? We don't have a car."

Sharon Carter has a driver's license, and Steve is preparing to take his driving test.

After discussing it for a long time without reaching a conclusion, the two of them fell silent and tacitly hid under the covers, intending to tough it out during the cold months of February and March.

“What if we buy a house?” Steve asked abruptly.

"Can we afford it?"

Sharon Carter started doing the math for Steve again. Buying a house would mean a mortgage, monthly property taxes, homeowner's insurance, and many more bills, causing fixed monthly expenses to skyrocket. It was definitely not a wise choice.

Steve held Sharon close, feeling poverty enveloping them like a cold, oppressive atmosphere.

He needs to find another job to increase his income; he needs to buy a detached house and a car.

With an empty head and no formal qualifications, Steve didn't have many options for a second job.

Chapter 111 John Wick and the Dog

John Wick sat in a chair in the ward, holding a newspaper and reading it. Helen was receiving an IV drip on the bed next to him, and she was staring blankly at the television in the ward.

They receive weekly treatment at a S.H.I.E.L.D.-affiliated hospital.

The ward was warm, but the door and windows were locked. The door would only open when the bell was rung to call the doctor or nurse.

John and Helen didn't find the locked room setup strange, as they received the same treatment in other hospitals, as if the hospital was afraid that patients would jump out of the window or escape from the hospital through the door.

"I feel a little cold."

"what?"

John Wick looked up immediately upon hearing Helen's voice.

Should we call a doctor?

"No, I'll call the doctor right now!"

John Wick reached for the call button on the bedside table, but Helen grabbed his hand.

"I feel that the house we are staying in is a bit cold."

Helen explained to John Wick, who breathed a sigh of relief.

“Our house is too big, it’s normal for it to be a little cold.” John Wick gently held Helen’s hand.

“It’s not the cold that my body feels, but the cold that I feel in my heart,” Helen said.

"I feel cold inside..."

John Wick stared, mouth agape. How was he supposed to solve this problem?

Can you find books in bookstores that specifically teach people how to be heartwarming?

“Let’s invite some friends over,” Helen said to John Wick.

John Wick laughed and kissed Helen on the forehead.

“Peter and the others?” John Wick asked.

“Peter, Gwen, Leon, and Harry.”

"Your friend, Wade."

Helen counted them carefully, a smile on her face.

"We invited them to come over to our house this weekend."

"But what should we play?"

"Let's all cook something together, snuggle up on the sofa and watch movies all night?" Helen imagined.

“It’s so cold, they must be sleeping in this morning, just like us,” Helen added.

“After the IV drip is finished, before we go to their school, let’s try to run into them after school. What do you think, Helen?” John Wick asked.

"it is good."

An hour later, John Wick and Helen came out of the hospital. John drove Helen to the front of Midtown High School and parked the car in a conspicuous spot in front of the school.

Helen sat in the car, while John Wick leaned against the door, admiring the daily scene of Midtown High School from outside.

During physical education class, most students stayed indoors in the warm gymnasium, while the energetic ones had snowball fights outdoors, with the PE teacher "supervising" them.

"Peter, Gwen, do you know how to make a near-perfect snowball?"

Li Qun, Peter, and Gwen were also playing in the snow outdoors.

"Like this..."

Li Qun reached behind him and pulled out a ceramic bowl.

Peter was extremely puzzled as to how Li Qun had taken the porcelain bowl out from behind his back, and where he had hidden it.

Li Qun rubbed the bowl on the thick snow, and Gwen and Peter watched in disbelief as Li Qun rubbed a perfect snowball out of the bowl.

“I never imagined it could be like this!” Peter murmured.

"Let me do it, let me do it!"

“Come here, Gwen.”

Liqun gave the bowl to Peter, and the snowball he made made Gwen pick it up from the snow.

Peter tried to make a second, near-perfect snowball himself.

"However, the snowballs made this way are not sturdy enough."

The perfect snowball that Gwen was holding shattered.

“Then let’s use a stronger material to make the perfect snowball,” Peter said.

Peter gathered the nearby snow together, compacted it into a snowdrift, and used a bowl to roll out an even more solid and perfect snowball.

"That's much sturdier now." Gwen weighed the snowball in her hand.

Let's have a snowball fight!

As Gwen spoke, she threw a snowball at Li Qun, who immediately bent down to dodge it.

"Peter, come help me!"

"What? Why should I help you?" Peter stared blankly at Gwen.

"Because Gwen can't hit me, while I can hit her every time."

Li Qun bent down, clasped his hands together on the ground, and made a snowball, which he threw at Gwen, hitting her squarely on the head.

Gwen fought back fiercely, but her snowballs could only hit the snow.

"Peter, please help!"

Seeing Gwen being beaten helplessly by Li Qun, Peter softened and sided with Gwen, making a snowball and throwing it at Li Qun.