America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

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"Dad, you're back?!"

Stephanie returned home and saw Walter White's car parked in the driveway. After entering the house, she saw Walter White sitting on the sofa with little Walter watching TV. She went over and hugged Walter.

"I heard from little Walter that you and your classmates went to watch the game after school," Walter asked curiously.

“Yes, we went to watch a fighting match. It was a very street-style fighting match, and there was a short storyline before the fight started,” Stephanie replied with a smile.

"Is there another one tomorrow?" Walter asked.

"It's the day after tomorrow. The contestants need to prepare a little before the competition starts, like looking at the script or something," Stephanie said.

"A script? It's not a real fighting match?"

“No, it’s a real fight match. The script is a short play performed before the match. For example, today the match is taking place in a parking lot, and the short play performed by the two fighters is a story about them fighting over a parking space,” Stephanie said.

"That's how fighting matches are played in New York."

"Can I come and watch the game with you guys the day after tomorrow?" Walter White asked.

"Of course, but the tickets are a bit expensive."

"Tickets are a minor issue."

"Are you giving up the food truck business?" Walter White asked.

“Peter’s uncle told us that someone was eyeing our business, so we stopped doing it,” Stephanie replied.

“This kind of thing happens in any industry,” Walter remarked.

"What does Peter's uncle do for a living? How did he know?" Walter asked.

“Peter’s uncle was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper and also worked as an investigative reporter. When we were running our food truck business, Peter came home very late every day. Peter’s uncle investigated what we were doing and that’s how he found out.”

"Dad, are you taking a few days off?" Stephanie asked.

“I’ll stay off until the weekend after Thanksgiving,” Walter White replied.

"So long?!"

"Work requires a balance between work and rest; only by resting well can you work well," Walter White said.

When does school let out for holidays?

"The holiday starts after the midterm exams, plus two days for Thanksgiving and two days over the weekend, a total of four days off," Stephanie replied.

"Four-day holiday, is there anywhere you want to go?"

“Since we moved to New York, I haven’t taken you guys around properly.” Walter White looked at Stephanie, then at little Walter.

"Are we the only family celebrating Thanksgiving this year?" Walter asked.

“Hank and the others can’t come to New York; his vacation is too short,” Walter said.

“Okay.” Little Walter said, somewhat disappointed.

Norman wouldn't allow himself to rest for such a long time, but Walter didn't want to keep himself so busy.

Since joining Norman's research project, he had spent every morning and evening in the lab, becoming increasingly frustrated by the experiments. Walter felt a deep need to breathe the free air outside the lab.

“Let’s prepare dinner and let your mother rest for a day,” Walter said.

"Dad, did you call Mom to tell her you were home?" Stephanie asked.

"I forgot."

"Is she driving right now? It's probably better not to call her."

Walter White opened the refrigerator, and Stephanie sat beside him, discussing with her father what to eat for dinner.

"How about we order takeout? It'll be delivered in half an hour," Stephanie suggested.

"Really that fast?"

“This is New York, not Albuquerque,” ​​Stephanie said.

"Okay, I'll experience the New York speed too."

Stephanie found the takeout number of a nearby Chinese restaurant and called to order takeout.

Chapter 192 Do you prefer Dad or Mom?

"Any announcements today? So many people are looking at the bulletin board."

As soon as I entered the teaching building in the morning, the bulletin board next to the entrance was crowded with people, making it impossible for students to get in or out.

"The school issued a new notice about the school cafeteria," Gwen inquired.

"So the headmaster finally realized that the cafeteria lunches are neither nutritious nor plentiful?" Harry joked.

"They say Thanksgiving is coming soon, and the school cafeteria will be offering a special Thanksgiving meal," Gwen inquired further.

"It's not a turkey sandwich, is it?" Peter asked.

“The notice said the school cafeteria hasn’t been decided yet, and they want to hear our suggestions,” Gwen said.

"Oh, the special set meal is just asking us what we want to eat and then making it for us," Li Qun said.

"That's it."

"Why are they crowding around the bulletin board with such a small amount of information?" Stephanie asked.

“I’ll go ask,” Peter volunteered, squeezing into the crowd. Li Qun reminded Peter from behind not to knock people over.

"This is it!!"

Peter held his hand high, a stack of forms in his hand, and squeezed back from beside the bulletin board.

"It turns out that restaurants don't just cook whatever we want; there are restrictions, and they're all listed on the form."

The form Peter brought back listed the new menu items the school cafeteria could offer, and turkey sandwiches were prominently featured.

"One form per person." Peter handed out the forms, leaving the rest in the activity room for the other club members to fill out.

“Liqun, they have fried rice and fried noodles, I must choose this!” Gwen said.

“You’re really daring. Don’t get angry if it turns out like dog shit,” Li Qun said to Gwen.

“There are also dumplings, I’ll choose dumplings,” Peter said.

"Don't make Italian dumplings, they should be filled with mashed potatoes," Li Qun said.

“It’s not stated on the form,” Peter replied.

"Hurry up, class is about to start."

Gwen urged Li Qun on, elbowing him in the waist.

"I'll fill this out during class and show it to you at noon. I need to think carefully about what we can eat."

"What the school cafeteria sells for lunch is none of your business, is it?"

Harry looked at Lillian, Peter, and Gwen; the three of them formed an unbreakable lunch alliance and had not yet recruited any new lunch allies.

“Don’t say that. We sometimes buy lemon juice from the school cafeteria to rinse our mouths,” Gwen said.

"Hey, don't block the way, make way!!"

Flash stood at the door and shouted, instantly silencing the noisy corridor. The students blocking the bulletin board quickly made way for Flash and his school football teammates.

They were in twelfth grade, and Flair had successfully become a key player on the school's football team, becoming a school bully that no one dared to mess with.

“Flash is great,” Gwen whispered to the group.

"Don't go near him today, he seems to be having a bad morning," Li Qun reminded the others.

“I’ll be careful,” Harry said.

Harry's and Frye's schedules overlapped significantly; he attended most classes in the same classroom as Frye. Li Qun's reminder was directed at Harry.

Frye didn't care whether Harry was the eldest son of the chairman of the Osborn Group or not; he would still bully him if he was in a bad mood.

The crowd in front of the bulletin board dispersed in fright at Fleis, and Li Qun and his group successfully reached the lockers to pack their things and prepare for class.

Upon entering the classroom, Li Qun sat down in his usual spot in the last row and took out the suggestion form for the school cafeteria to study carefully.

Liqun would never ignore an opportunity to improve the meals for his fellow students.

"Fried chicken, I like it."

"How about some fruit too?"

The school cafeteria doesn't offer watermelon. You can still buy watermelons at markets in New York in November, but they're a bit pricey.

The teacher noticed that Li Qun was daydreaming, but ignored him and continued to review the knowledge points for the midterm exam with the students.

At noon, Li Qun set out lunch and showed Peter and the others the completed suggestion forms.

“The Thanksgiving special lunch lasts throughout exam week. Do you think the principal might pretend to look at the suggestion forms we submitted and then have the cafeteria prepare lunches according to his own preferences?” Gwen asked.

“The principal’s office isn’t far away either; hundreds of suggestion forms would add up to quite a pile of junk,” Li Qun said.

“My dad wants to watch the game with us. Would you welcome him?” Stephanie asked.

“Welcome, Stephanie. Your father is quite open-minded,” Li Qun said.

“I want to bring little Walter to the finals. With my dad there, I won’t have to worry about taking care of him. Little Walter is my dad’s favorite child,” Stephanie said.

“Your favorite child? Stephanie, you don’t mind?” Harry asked.

"I do not mind."

"Who is Dad's favorite child? This question reminds me of when my uncle asked me whether I liked Dad or Mom the most," Li Qun said.

"Huh?" Stephanie looked at Li Qun in disbelief.

“My answer is, I love my mom,” Li Qun said.

“No, this problem shouldn’t have happened in the first place,” Stephanie said.

“There’s an advanced version of this question, which asks me whether I would want to live with my father or mother if my parents divorced,” Li Qun said.

“Liqun, what was your answer?” Gwen asked.

“Following Dad,” Li Qun laughed.