America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"I've only ever seen peanut butter."

"Peanuts have shells?"

"I know, I've seen it in a book."

"I'll share some with you all." Li Qun stood up and distributed some of the braised peanuts from the box to each table.

“I was just looking, I’m allergic to peanuts.” Harry curiously crushed the shell of the marinated peanut and took the peanut out.

“I like this,” Stephanie said.

“A taste I’ve never had before,” Peter said.

“Liqun, did you do this?” Gwen asked.

"It's Dad."

“My dad braised a big pot of peanuts in a pressure cooker. He couldn’t finish them all, so he asked me to bring some to school,” Li Qun replied.

Harry looked at the braised peanuts, suddenly made up his mind, and ate them.

"Harry!" Peter sensed Harry stealing some peanuts and jumped up in fright.

“You have to vomit it up! You’ll die!!” Peter shouted anxiously.

"So this is what it tastes like."

"Is this what peanuts taste like?"

“Wait a minute, Peter, let’s check if Harry has any allergic reactions.” Li Qun also stood up and held out his hand to reassure Peter.

“I only ate one braised peanut. If I were to have an allergic reaction, that might not be enough,” Harry said with a laugh.

Peter and Li Qun sat down and watched Harry put the second braised peanut into his mouth.

“It’s incredible how braised peanuts can taste so juicy,” Harry said.

"The braising process is similar to making soup, where peanuts are simmered in a broth full of spices for more than four hours," Li Qun said.

Harry kept reaching into the box, piling up small mountains of peanut shells. He ate a lot of roasted peanuts, yet he acted perfectly normal.

“Harry, you don’t have any allergies?” Stephanie asked.

"incredible!?"

Harry touched his lips and cheeks; they weren't swollen, and his allergic reaction to peanuts hadn't been triggered.

"Why is that?" Harry looked at Li Qun and smiled happily.

"Could it be the effect of the spices used when braising the peanuts? I know that many spices used in Chinese cuisine are also medicinal herbs," Gwen said.

“Is it possible that, Harry, you’re allergic to peanut butter, and the problem is with the peanut butter, not the peanuts we’re eating today?” Li Qun speculated.

"What's the difference between peanut butter and the peanuts you brought from Liqun?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"My dad bought imported organic peanuts and cooked them by boiling them in water."

“But peanut butter is a product of the food industry, and we don’t know what it goes through in the entire production process,” Li Qun said.

“I have to tell my dad about this,” Harry said.

"I can eat the braised peanuts that I brought from Liqun without any problems, but I can't eat peanut products bought from the supermarket."

"Those food companies are definitely up to something!"

“Harry, don’t be angry,” Stephanie said with concern.

“I can’t.” Harry clenched his fist.

"Those big food companies have always been unethical and only care about money."

"Take cooking oil, for example. They claim their cooking oil is so healthy and animal fats are so unhealthy. In fact, animal fats are one of the best supplements for patients."

“Gwen, Harry, have you noticed how well Helen looks? Helen cooks with lard every day at home, and she eats more than four eggs every day,” Li Qun said.

“Okay, I’ll write it down in my notebook,” Peter said.

“Whose lunch has peanut butter? I’ll trade my sandwich for it.” Harry decided to test the peanut butter issue on the spot.

“I have peanut butter…” Reed hesitated before raising his hand.

"exchange."

“But I’ve already taken a bite,” Reed said.

"I'll eat from the part you didn't bite into."

Harry turned Red's peanut butter sandwich upside down and took a bite. The peanut butter in the sandwich left a bitter aftertaste in Harry's mouth, a mixture of salty and sweet flavors.

"Harry, your lips are swollen."

Harry put down the peanut butter sandwich, and slowly his whole face swelled up.

"I'll take you to the school clinic!"

Li Qun and Peter dragged Harry, whose head was swollen like a pig's head, to the school infirmary. The peanut butter sandwich that Harry had placed on the table looked like food from hell, and everyone looked at the sandwich with fear.

“Liqun is right, and Harry is right too,” Stephanie said.

“I will never eat canned peanut butter from the supermarket again,” Reed said in horror.

“If I want to eat peanut butter, I’ll have to make it myself, using organic peanuts,” Gwen added.

In the school clinic, the school doctor was having lunch when he suddenly saw three people rush in. The boy in the middle, who was being supported by two other boys, immediately made the school doctor nervous.

"What's wrong with him! What did he eat that he's allergic to?" the school doctor asked anxiously.

“It’s peanut butter!” Peter replied.

"Is this his first allergic reaction? Didn't he know he was allergic to peanuts?" the school doctor asked anxiously.

“No, Harry knows he’s allergic to peanut butter, and he wants to test whether he’s allergic to peanut butter or peanuts.”

"What are you doing? Are you playing with your lives? What's the difference between peanuts and peanut butter?"

“No, Doctor, let us explain, here’s what happened…” Li Qun explained to the school doctor, who frowned as he performed emergency treatment on Harry.

"I understand."

“You brought boiled peanuts to school, and this boy ate them without having an allergic reaction. Then he personally proved that the peanut butter sold by the food company was problematic.”

"I need to notify your guardians and have them come to school now," the school doctor said coldly.

Chapter 247 The "Final" Exam

At Osborne Building, Norman Osborne answered a phone call from the vice-principal, old George, with a somber expression. Old George told him about what had happened to Harry at school that day.

“There won’t be a next time. I will discipline him properly. Thank you for your call, Mr. George.”

Norman Osborne put down the phone and turned to see Walter White's ambiguous smile.

“Laugh if you want. I knew my son was an idiot, but I never imagined he was this stupid,” Norman said, shaking his head.

“I think your son is quite courageous,” Walter White laughed.

“Luckily, he made a stupid mistake on Monday, and I was still in New York,” Norman said.

"What are you planning to do? Our anti-fatigue drink?"

“I’ve studied the production and operation methods of mainstream beverage companies in the market, and I plan to take charge of all production processes ourselves,” Norman said.

"Such a strong possessiveness," Walter White joked.

“Our anti-fatigue drink is as effective as some anti-fatigue drugs, unlike other drinks that just add caffeine and call it a day,” Norman Osborn said.

"You're right."

"But have you considered the costs? Production costs, logistics costs..."

“In my opinion, we should only produce the beverage concentrate, and then have the local factories dilute and mix the concentrate to produce the beverages,” Walter White said.

“I plan to first launch the beverage in the New York market to see how it goes, and then gradually expand it to other major cities in North America,” Norman Osborne said.

"Waiting for a response..."

"That's fine too."

"How do you plan to promote it?" Walter White asked.

"The streets of New York are filled with electronic screens."

“Static banner ads don’t have the same impact as video ads,” Norman said.

"Our beverages will be priced three times higher than other functional beverages on the market, requiring precise customer screening."

As he spoke, Norman picked up the Stark smartphone, his target audience being Stark smartphone users, and he planned to place an advertisement for Osborne Anti-Fatigue Drink on the Stark phone.

Norman plans to buy a beverage factory in New York City directly, with the beverage concentrate produced in the Osborne Industrial Park and then transported to the beverage factory for processing.

In the large office, only Norman and Walter were discussing Osborn Industries' new plans. Norman no longer trusted the other senior managers at Osborn.

During his discussions with Walter White, Norman also pondered how to reinstate Walter White as a senior manager and co-manage Osborn with him.

"Cough cough..." Walter White coughed twice and wiped away the blood with a tissue.

“I’ll only stay with you until Thursday. I have to go back to the lab on Thursday,” Walter told Norman.

"I'll have it done by Wednesday."

“I won’t let you lead my project,” Norman said.

Norman Osborn and Walter White stared at each other.

Walter White nodded slightly.

"I won't wait for you."

"Every moment, my mind is working, simulating and calculating its complex biochemical reaction process."

Walter pointed to his head.

……

"Thank you, Principal George."

"The main responsibility lies with Harry himself. You don't need to be intimidated by our school doctor."