America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“Maybe there will be an opportunity. I’m currently trying to persuade my father to allow me to teach Shuangxi Kung Fu. He’s about to agree,” Liqun said.

"Your cousin doesn't know kung fu? How is that possible?" Peter was quite surprised.

“My uncle and aunt are very worried about one thing: Shuangxi will get into fights after learning kung fu. Shuangxi’s personality is different from mine; he’s not someone who can control his emotions,” Liqun explained.

"Imagine someone is suddenly allowed to own a gun and is even given one. Could he resist testing its power?" Li Qun asked Peter.

"Is kung fu the same as a gun?" Peter asked.

“Before firearms were invented, we killed people with kung fu,” Li Qun said to Peter with a smile.

“I understand now.” Peter nodded seriously, taking Li Qun’s words to heart.

"So, Liqun, you're essentially a human pistol now?"

"Peter, do you have any pencils you don't need?"

"I'll go look for it."

Peter went back to his bedroom and rummaged around, finding Li Qun a pencil about the length of a finger.

“What are you going to do with the pencil?” Peter asked.

“Let’s go to the backyard, I’ll show you.”

The backyard was surrounded by a wooden fence. Li Qun held a short pencil between his fingers and threw it at the fence. The pencil tip stuck into the fence.

"Did you see that?" Li Qun turned to Peter and asked.

"I saw it..."

Peter saw it all clearly; in fact, it was as if the pencil had flown from Li Qun's fingers in slow motion from his perspective. He watched with perfect clarity as the pencil tip disappeared into the wooden fence.

“Dad can do it too,” Li Qun said to Peter.

Peter nodded, walked to the fence, and took the pencil off the fence.

"Can I try?" Peter asked.

"I'll stay away," Li Qun said.

"hide?"

Peter mimicked Li Qun's gesture and threw the pencil at the wooden fence.

Peter clearly lacked the skill to apply force; the pencil hit the wooden fence and bounced to the side.

“Peter, you have to use your wrist to generate power, like this.”

"Like this?!"

Li Qun went to find the pencil that had flown to the side, while Peter practiced the wrist-strengthening movements that Li Qun had taught him, empty-handed.

Suddenly, Peter fired an unidentified white substance from his wrist.

Peter gasped, his eyes widening as he quickly turned to look at Li Qun.

Li Qun bent down and picked up the pencil from the lawn, not seeing Peter shoot something from his wrist.

Chapter 142 You're not angry, are you?

An enticing aroma wafted from the microwave, the irresistible scent of heated meat.

A roast goose, two servings of char siu rice, and a refreshing vegetable soup—that was Li Qun and Peter's lunch.

Occasionally, Liqun would like to eat at someone else's house, so today he didn't bother his uncle to cook two dishes to bring over. Instead, he bought a classic Cantonese fast food meal from a delicatessen in Chinatown.

"Oh my god! I feel my appetite has been awakened again. I can eat a whole roast goose by myself!" Peter licked his lips.

“I can too,” Li Qun said.

"When we open a company in the future, the company's address must be close to Chinatown, so that we can go to Chinatown to eat anytime."

“Gwen will definitely agree,” Peter said.

“We’re going to the library later, should we call Gwen along the way?” Li Qun asked.

“Gwen will be furious if she finds out we had roast goose for lunch today without inviting her,” Peter said.

"Does Gwen know we ate roast goose?" Li Qun asked.

“We smell like roast goose, Liqun, can you smell it?” Peter asked Liqun tentatively.

"Hmm? Is the smell strong?" Li Qun sniffed himself. He could indeed smell the roast goose, but he wasn't sure if Gwen's nose could smell it.

“Whatever, Gwen won’t hold a grudge. At worst, we can treat her to a whole roast goose next time, and we can only share one,” Li Qun said.

Peter nodded.

After lunch, several takeout containers were thrown into the trash can, and only two soup bowls needed to be washed.

Peter was washing dishes by the sink. There was no need to use the dishwasher since he was only washing two dishes. Peter also took the opportunity to study the strange substance that was emitted from his wrist.

It's a spider web; Peter wouldn't mistake that white, thread-like substance.

Peter discovered that he could shoot out spider silk from his wrist by making a specific gesture.

Spider silk is very sticky and can adhere to stainless steel sinks; it is also exceptionally tough and difficult to break even with great effort; it is highly elastic and can stretch a long distance.

Peter used a fork to roll up some of the spider silk he had shot out, wanting to study the physical and chemical properties of his silk.

Another daring idea popped into Peter's mind: he felt he could move between buildings using the webs he shot from his wrists, just like Batman moves between skyscrapers with his grappling hook.

"Hey, Gwen, have you eaten?" Gwen called Li Qun, and Li Qun greeted her with Aurora's classic greeting.

"Haven't eaten yet? You sound like you just woke up."

"Still not up? Making a phone call while still in bed, okay?"

"Did I bring you some food? What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever? Okay, whatever."

“You asked if Peter is feeling better? Peter is doing very well now. He has a good appetite and could eat a whole cow. I’m not kidding.”

As Li Qun was speaking, he noticed that Peter smiled at him.

Peter ate all the food he bought for over three hundred dollars yesterday in one lunch. Peter really does have the appetite to eat a whole cow.

"Shall we go to the library? Peter wants to find some books to read."

"Oh, and Aunt May also asked Peter to treat us to ice cream."

"Then get up now, or you won't still be in your pajamas when we knock on the door."

Gwen hung up the phone, and Li Qun laughed.

“What should we bring for Gwen?” Peter asked Li Qun.

"She said anything was fine, so I just brought her some hamburgers and fries," Li Qun said.

“You know Gwen doesn’t really like this; she’s tired of it,” Peter said.

“Then let’s change it to the Mexican set meal,” Li Qun said.

"Mexican set meal?"

“You can buy a New York office worker’s meal from a Mexican food truck on the street, and you can also pick up three ice creams from the ice cream truck next door while you’re at it,” Li Qun said.

"let's go."

"Wait, let me find my house key." Peter rummaged around for a moment, found the keychain, and put it in his pocket.

Peter got into his father's Mazda, fastened his seatbelt as soon as he got in, and Li Qun started the car and stepped on the gas, speeding off.

Li Qun has two driving mentors, Old Man and Bruce Banner. Coincidentally, both of them are extremely wild drivers. When they drive, it feels like all the other drivers on the road are their enemies.

Peter's driving style was much gentler. Apart from his father teaching him at the beginning, his Uncle Ben and Aunt May taught him to drive most of the time.

Li Qun found a place to park, and he and Peter strolled around the streets, bought some things, and then went to Gwen's house.

"Good afternoon, Peter!"

Gwen opened the door, took the things from Li Qun and put them on the dining table. Li Qun and Peter changed into slippers next to the shoe cabinet in the entrance hallway. After putting the things away, Gwen came back and gave each of them a hug.

“Peter, you changed your contact lenses? Your eyes are blue.” Gwen immediately noticed the change in Peter.

“Yes, that’s right,” Peter said.

Peter started to lie about his eye problems.

“You look a bit thinner,” Gwen remarked, noticing Peter’s defined jawline.

“When a person has a fever, they consume the energy stored in their body,” Peter explained calmly.

“She suddenly became very attractive,” Gwen said.

"Gwen, are you complimenting me?" Peter's smile was a little silly.

“We should call Mary Jane over to take a good look at you,” Gwen joked.

"Let Peter go."

"Gwen, are you putting your ice cream in the fridge or eating it now?" Li Qun asked from the side.

"Put this in the fridge for me. I want to eat the lunch you brought me now," Gwen said.

"Let me see what you brought me?"

Gwen opened the takeout container, and when she saw the food inside, her expression immediately fell; this was not what she had expected.

“When I went to buy the Mexican barbecue set meal, the Mexican guy recognized me as a new customer and gave us free drinks.” Li Qun sat down at the table and pushed the complimentary carbonated drink in front of Gwen.

“I won’t say ‘whatever’ again next time,” Gwen said angrily, picking up a disposable spoon and addressing Li Qun.

“Peter and I had char siu pork set meal and a roast goose for lunch. Gwen, can you smell the Cantonese roast goose on Peter and me?” Li Qun asked Gwen again.

"I can't smell it..."

“Peter, I told you Gwen couldn’t smell it.” Li Qun turned to look at Peter.

“Gwen, you’re not angry, are you?” Peter asked Gwen.

“No, you guys had a good lunch, I’m not envious,” Gwen said to Peter.

"How much is this meal?" Gwen asked Li Qun.