America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"The note warning was correct."

Stan Lee smiled and showed Li Qun his two rows of teeth, two rows of yellowed old teeth.

The old man folded the note and carefully placed it in Liqun's palm.

Do you like drinking Coke?

“When there are no other options, I’ll choose Coke,” Liqun replied.

Do you prefer Coca-Cola or Pepsi?

Li Qun glanced around and answered softly, "Coca-Cola."

“I’m not picky about either of them,” Stan Lee said.

Liqun nodded.

"It's time to pay the bill."

Stan Lee got up and walked to the cashier. After paying, the old man took out his second-generation Stark phone and took a photo with his aunt, who was wearing a cheongsam.

After 9 p.m., guests began to pay their bills and leave one after another; after 10 p.m., the Chinese restaurant closed for the day.

"Shuangxi, are you starving?" Auntie asked.

Shuangxi didn't eat dinner early; he waited for the restaurant to close so the family could have dinner together.

"I ate potato chips and drank cola."

"May I have a drink?" the uncle asked his aunt.

"Drink less," my aunt said.

My uncle happily took two cans of beer from the refrigerator and placed one of them in front of my aunt.

My uncle was being lazy and had hot pot for dinner, using up the leftover ingredients in the kitchen in the easiest way possible.

"Shuangxi can't lose weight now," her aunt said worriedly.

"I can increase my exercise."

"Exercise for weight loss is the biggest lie of this century," Li Qun said.

"How can I lose weight?" the uncle asked.

"Eat less," Li Qun said.

“It’s difficult to do that in this family,” Auntie said.

"Uncle, why aren't you fat?" Li Qun asked.

"I cook for guests, but I haven't even tasted the food myself much," the uncle laughed.

"Why is my aunt..."

Li Qun was speaking when his aunt looked over.

“I let your aunt eat it; it’s a way of showing my love for her.”

"That couple is so mushy," Shuangxi said, shaking her head vigorously.

"We have to break with tradition, son, do you understand?"

“I think it’s better to maintain tradition,” Shuangxi said.

“I’m your father, you have to listen to me. Who brought you into this world?” the uncle said.

“It’s my mom. My mom gave birth to me,” Shuangxi said.

"Shall we change the subject?" Auntie glanced at Uncle and Shuangxi.

Chapter 272 The Lifeless Young Man

"Here, have some brown sugar and eggs to nourish your body."

“Protein and sugar, that’s good.”

Wade took the brown sugar and egg from his father; it was the first time he had ever tasted this amazing combination.

"Very good dessert," Wade commented after finishing his meal.

"If you like it, eat more."

At this time, Dad and Wade were in Kamar-Taj; they had come to Kamar-Taj for a vacation.

Dr. Banner took advantage of the Christmas holiday to extract spinal stem cells from Wade, and his father also accompanied Wade for a comprehensive physical examination.

The results of my father's medical examination came back immediately after the tests were completed. Dr. Banner commented that my father was the healthiest elderly person he had ever seen, and in some ways even healthier than Wade, this "young man".

What kind of sugar is brown sugar? Is it cane sugar?

"Come with me to the kitchen."

In the old wood-fired kitchen of Kamar-Taj, Wade saw brown sugar shaped like ingots.

"These are handmade candies made using ancient techniques," the old man explained simply, ending in one sentence.

Is it magical craftsmanship?

“Although Kamar-Taj trains sorcerers, not everything here is related to magic,” the old man said to Wade.

"The eggs here are so small, I can eat them one bite at a time."

“You have to understand, the altitude here is over four thousand meters. It’s already a great privilege for chickens to be raised here, let alone lay eggs,” the old man said to Wade.

Next to the kitchen is the chicken coop, which houses more than a dozen laying hens. The eggs laid by these hens are an important source of nutrition for the mages of Kamar-Taj.

Once on the mountain, the mages of Kamar-Taj are not allowed to leave until they have completed their training. Most of the mages who practice in Kamar-Taj do not have the same freedom of movement as the old man.

“Dad, I think the adverse reactions I’m experiencing are probably altitude sickness, not because Dr. Banner drained too much of my spinal fluid,” Wade told his father.

"It seems your special abilities aren't very strong; you can't fight against the forces of nature," the old man said.

"I only fight against people," Wade smiled.

"Are you planning to go back? Trying to tough it out won't make you a real man."

"It's not that I'm just putting on a brave face," Wade retorted stubbornly.

"Well, if you can endure hardship, there's no end to the hardship." The old man smiled at Wade.

Wade started panting as he walked back and forth between the room and the kitchen. He had come from a low-altitude area to a high-altitude area, and the lack of oxygen seemed to have limited his self-healing ability to some extent, preventing him from adapting to the new environment for the past two days.

"Dad, I feel a little dizzy."

"That's normal, you just drank a bowl of sugar water."

I want to go to sleep.

"Then go to sleep."

Don't leave me here alone.

"No, Master Wang and the others don't want to leave you here either."

Wade closed the door with peace of mind and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

Wade had many unspoken discomforts. For example, he felt the blankets in his room had a musty smell, and the mold spores had spread to him, giving him the same musty smell; at night, the room was dimly lit, and there was nothing to do but sleep.

When Wade woke up, he felt like the whole world had abandoned him, and he still had difficulty breathing.

He sleeps in his clothes, and gets up as soon as he pulls back the covers.

"Dad?"

Wade walked into the square, where his father was leading the mages in martial arts practice.

The old man with a full head of white hair was full of energy, while the young Wade was lifeless.

Wade shrugged.

He believes that his comfortable retirement in recent years has caused his physical condition to deteriorate significantly, and he must start exercising again to revitalize his body.

The old man turned around and saw Wade. He gestured to Master Mordo, asking him to lead the others in continuing their martial arts practice, and then walked over to Wade.

“You’re sleeping soundly; a whole day has passed,” Dad said.

"What? I skipped dinner!"

"Lack of oxygen can cause drowsiness."

"I thought this would be a great trip, but I was either sleeping or sleeping," Wade said.

"Master Modu said he could kill a chicken to entertain you."

"No, I don't want a chicken to die because of me."

"Would you like some eggs?" the old man asked.

"Boiled eggs are fine, no brown sugar water, I feel like I'm showing signs of diabetes."

"I'll go get the eggs, you boil them yourself," Dad said.

"I can take it myself."

“The chickens in Kamar-Taj are fierce; I’ve heard they have magical animal blood,” Daddy said.

"Oh?! Does killing a chicken for me to eat count?" Wade asked.

The old man shook his head.

"it's a pity."

"Is Dr. Banner in his lab?" Wade changed the subject.

"I don't know, you can go knock on the door."

"I'd better not bother him. If he finds anything, he'll come looking for me, right?" Wade stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought.

……

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Walter White rested his hands on the sink, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth in front of the mirror.

His condition is worsening.