America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Shouldn't this be kept as a collectible? Why was it sold?" Flash was puzzled, but also extremely pleased, as he didn't have one.

"It was sold."

"Give me the money, then take the comic and get out of here." Gwen wasn't polite to Flames at all; Li Qun was her bodyguard.

Li Qun's current height of 1.84 meters has broken his classmates' stereotypes about Asian height. His daily practice has given him a profound and unassuming aura, and looking into his eyes can create a sense of inexplicable pressure.

Flashy snagged the first reprint of classic comics featuring several Justice League main characters and handed Li Qun a $20 bill.

“No need to look anymore,” Flash said.

“Get lost, you still owe $8!” Gwen shouted.

"Isn't it four comic books?" Flash's expression instantly turned ugly; he could do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

“The comic book that originally cost $5 is now selling for $7!” Gwen pointed to the cardboard sign she was holding, which clearly displayed the price.

"Okay, keep the change."

Fleiss then pulled out a $10 bill and handed it to Li Qun.

"You still need to give me change." Li Qun gave Fleis two coins.

More than an hour later, only a dozen or so comic books remained in the five boxes, so the comic book sales were considered a success.

"Let's go back to the car and split the money."

Gwen let Li Qun carry the fanny pack full of money, and she and Peter carried the cardboard box to the car parked outside the school.

Gwen drove there, and she also took on the job of driving Li Qun and Peter home.

"Should we split it equally?" Peter asked.

"You're dreaming."

“After deducting costs, we split the profits 4:3:3,” Gwen said.

“What exactly happened? I don’t want you, Gwen, to have your Uncle George’s old partner’s son come to your doorstep to cause trouble.” Li Qun looked at Gwen.

"Well, that guy's name is Miles. His mom gives him some money for lunch every day so he can eat properly at school."

"Although these comics are monthly publications, only one issue is released each month, this guy has a wide range of interests. He will deduct a portion of his lunch money to buy any new comics that are displayed at the newsstand."

"He thought he had hidden the comics perfectly, but his father was secretly watching his every move."

“If someone in your family is a police officer, never challenge their professional ethics.” Gwen paused, taking a sip of her drink to moisten her lips.

“That guy was always very thin, and even at 15 he was still a weakling. His dad blamed it on him not eating lunch properly.”

"In a fit of rage, his father decided to sell this guy's comics, which I ended up buying."

"How much did you charge me? I mean, how much did it cost?"

“$1 a book, that’s a pretty good deal,” Gwen said.

Peter checked Gwen's ledger and calculated their total accounts; they had made a huge profit today.

“Let’s start dividing the money,” Gwen said.

The three people hid in the carriage, each with a cardboard box in front of them, where they put all the loose change they had earned.

The quality of US dollar bills is very poor; they will bleed ink and leave unsightly white marks if folded even slightly. The best way to prevent this is to roll them up and tie them up.

“We’ve got the money for ice cream this summer,” Li Qun said, and Peter and Gwen both laughed.

"What are your plans for the summer vacation?" Li Qun asked.

"If there's any arrangement, it's already confirmed that the two of you will be taking the road test, right?" Gwen asked.

"We'll be starting to prepare our college applications next semester, so we need to get ready."

"Do you guys have any tips for college interviews? Participate in community service to show you're a caring person; have a wide range of interests, various certificates and awards to prove it..."

Peter's eyes were somewhat blank, but he was completely satisfied with what Li Qun had said.

Peter participated in many science competitions at school, always winning first or second place. He also participated in many community service activities. Not to mention his community volunteer work with Li Qun and Gwen last year, Aunt May often took Peter to participate in community activities on weekends.

In terms of hobbies, Peter and Li Qun have obtained their amateur radio operator's licenses and joined the Queens Amateur Club, where they occasionally exchange daily information with Frank Sullivan and his son via radio.

“It doesn’t seem like we need to do anything special,” Gwen said.

“A friend suggested that I learn another musical instrument this summer,” Li Qun said.

“Please don’t let it be a violin,” Gwen said.

"Gwen, can you play the violin?" Li Qun asked.

“When I was little, my mom sent me to violin classes for a while, but I played terribly,” Gwen said.

“If you don’t feel very confident about getting into college, then study hard and seize every possible opportunity,” Peter said.

Peter wasn't interested in musical instruments; the only instrument he knew how to play was the recorder, which was taught as an elective at school, and he played it so-so.

As dusk approached, Gwen started her little van. She dropped Peter off at home first, then drove to Chinatown. While dropping Li Qun off at home, she also took care of her own dinner, packing three dishes and a soup for her father, George Stacy, before leaving.

Chapter 129 Experiments in Two Locations

The electric grinder emitted an exciting high-speed spinning sound, and Li Qun and Bruce Banner, wearing goggles, were fully focused.

Once the grinder had completely stopped working, Bruce Banner carefully poured the powder from the electric grinder onto a clean sheet of white paper.

Bruce Banner dipped a finger in the scarlet powder and put it in his mouth, his nostrils expanding and contracting in response to the spicy taste.

"Goods from Mexico taste just right!"

Bruce Banner is saying things that are misunderstood.

Li Qun glanced at Banner; they were simply grinding dried chilies they had bought from a Mexican farmers market into chili powder.

“Thirty percent Mexican chili powder, forty percent Sichuan chili powder, and the remaining thirty percent yellow chili powder from Southeast Asia. I wonder if this ratio is good?” Bruce Banner said.

“I think a little bit of ground Sichuan peppercorns should be added to give the compound chili powder a layer of aroma and flavor,” Li Qun said.

"No, we must insist on 100% pure chili powder to ensure its purity; not even salt can be added," Bruce Banner emphasized.

"Let me try it and see what it tastes like with roasted potatoes."

Thanks to the convenience of the teleportation spell, Bruce Banner and Liqun can collect various local specialties from all over the world anytime, anywhere. They put their vigorous energy into researching how to make better food and seasonings.

"It's still missing something." Bruce Banner scratched his shoulder, which was a little itchy.

"Dr. Banner, chili powder dipping sauce can't just be chili."

Bruce Banner took a big gulp of milk, and the explosive spiciness in his mouth made the blue veins on his neck bulge, as if he were about to transform into the Hulk.

"The aroma is just right, and the spiciness is long-lasting..." Banner noted down his impressions of the chili powder ratio in his notebook.

Still feeling a bit spicy in his mouth, Banner reached out and opened a small portal, took out a bottle of beer from the portal, and rinsed his mouth.

"Here's a third of it, let me see your impure chili powder."

Banner carefully set aside some chili powder for Li Qun.

"Salt, sugar, MSG, crushed peanut powder, Sichuan peppercorn powder, roasted white sesame seeds..."

"Wait, where is your dose?" Bruce Banner shouted anxiously.

"Just the right amount based on my feeling," Li Qun replied.

Bruce Banner frowned and shook his head.

With the addition of various dry powder seasonings, the third of the chili powder that Banner gave to Liqun soon became a larger quantity than before.

Li Qun put a little on the roasted potato and savored the flavor.

Bruce Banner also tried it.

“No, where’s your innovation? This tastes more like a traditional chili dipping sauce,” Banner said to Li Qun.

"Add some ibuprofen powder. The spiciness is essentially a sensation of pain, and ibuprofen is a pain reliever..."

Li Qun opened the cap of a thousand painkillers and poured a few into the grinder.

"Don't do that, it will only hurt your stomach if you eat it like that." Banner snatched the electric grinder and poured out the ibuprofen.

"I have another idea."

"what?"

“Pour some hot oil on it,” Li Qun said.

"Give it a try, maybe you can make a pretty good chili oil."

Bruce Banner and Li Qun used the Sanctuary's kitchen as a laboratory, where heating oil in a wok took only a few seconds.

They poured 180-degree Celsius hot oil onto both pure chili powder and Liqun's compound chili powder, instantly filling the kitchen with a fragrant aroma.

The hot oil enhanced the flavor of both chili powders.

"This time we're using vegetable oil, a blend of vegetable oils. We can also try peanut oil, rapeseed oil, olive oil, and animal fats are also good, like mutton fat, beef tallow, and lard..."

Li Qun and Bruce Banner finished eating their roasted potatoes while arranging tomorrow's "experiment plan".

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In the secret research facility at Osborne Industrial Park, Norman Osborne and Dr. Storm ran yet another experiment using the new methods described in Dr. Banner's new paper.

For some reason, they always get experimental results that show a green color.

Looking at the green liquid in the test tube, the two subconsciously thought that they had made a mistake in some step of the experiment.

Perhaps their wearing white lab coats during experiments affected the reactions between certain substances?

"Should we test the effect using pregnant female mice?" Dr. Storm asked Norman.

"Give it a try."

The mutated anaconda inside the transparent enclosure stared at Norman and Strom outside, flicking its tongue.

After in-depth research, the two discovered that the live specimen was not a first-generation mutated anaconda, but rather something that had been mutated and inherited for several generations.

Considering the reproductive cycle of snakes, it will still be some time before they can successfully develop a stable human enhancement serum.

If reproductive behavior is also taken into account in the process of mutation and enhancement, Norman feels that he has embarked on a path of no return.