America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Did you break anything?" Li Qun asked with concern.

"That guy got kicked by Dad and fell right into a jar, only breaking that jar," Wade said.

Li Qun looked at his father, who smiled and took a sip of wine.

Chapter 319 is very energetic.

"Liqun, come and help him up."

The old man laid out his tools on the floor; he was going to repair the antique jar that had broken in two.

Li Qun thought his father would use some kind of intangible cultural heritage restoration technique or some newly learned magic to restore the jar, but his father only used super glue that could be bought in the supermarket.

"Stay still," the old man instructed Liqun.

Li Qun squatted on the ground, holding the antique jars glued together with both hands, waiting for the super glue to harden.

"The instructions say to wait three to five minutes," Dad said, studying the instructions on the super glue packaging while wearing his reading glasses.

"Use super glue only?" Li Qun was afraid that if he let go, the jar would crack again.

"How about wrapping it with duct tape?" Wade suggested from the side.

“It’s too obvious, it’s not aesthetically pleasing,” the old man said to Wade.

The super glue held onto Li Qun for five minutes. After five minutes, Li Qun let go, and the antique jar stood steadily on the floor without shattering into pieces again.

"Alright," the old man laughed.

"I'll touch up its makeup."

Dad squeezed vinyl paint into the condiment dish, carefully adjusted the color, and filled the cracks on the jar with patterns.

"Wade, when you get up to use the bathroom tonight, be careful not to kick the jar," Dad reminded Wade.

“Dad, can’t you just ask Li Qun to move the jar somewhere else?” Wade asked.

"We have to wait for the paint to dry completely, and it won't dry tonight," Dad said.

“I’m curious, why is this jar broken so neatly?” Li Qun asked.

"The thief's butt got stuck in the jar. While he was stuck and unable to move, my dad called the police. When the police arrived, they planned to smash the jar and take the thief away, but my dad smashed the jar himself."

"We took a group photo with two police officers and the little thief in the butt card jar. It's the most memorable photo I've ever taken. After it's developed, I'm going to hang one on the wall and send one to the police station too," Wade laughed.

"Why don't you sell the photos to a newspaper?" Li Qun asked.

“That would be too offensive. I don’t want him to come back to Dad’s shop,” Wade said.

“Luckily, Wade wasn’t the first to discover that guy, otherwise things wouldn’t be like this now,” the old man said to Li Qun.

“I can imagine it; it’s just like being forcibly evicted,” Li Qun laughed.

“I’m also trying to learn kung fu, okay!” Wade said.

The items displayed on the pawnshop's rooftop were all for Wade to use when learning kung fu.

Since Wade can't be trained to death, his father will make Wade train to the point of exhaustion.

Wade is a talented player, but he likes to cheat and cheat. His father hasn't used corporal punishment for many years, but he made an exception for Wade.

"This jar should have a lid," the old man said, looking around but not finding one.

"Dad, what does the lid look like?" Li Qun asked.

"Let me figure out where the lid went," the old man said, counting on his fingers.

"Downstairs." The old man calculated the result.

Dad went downstairs and came back a little while later with the lid.

“I want to learn this,” Wade said, turning to Li Qun.

"Dad's getting more and more amazing," Li Qun exclaimed.

"Dad, can you tell me the lottery numbers for the day after tomorrow?" Wade asked.

"How would I know? You might as well ask me if you'll get hit by a car tomorrow." Dad shook his head with a smile.

"Will I get hit by a car if I go out tomorrow?" Wade asked.

"will not."

……

……

Harry and Norman finished their dinner together. After dinner, Harry took out his medicine bottle and ate two small green pills. He also saw his father take out his medicine bottle and eat one pill.

"Dad, what medicine are you taking?" Harry asked worriedly.

“It’s for treating neurasthenia,” Norman replied casually.

Harry felt that his father Norman's temper had improved a lot recently; he was much easier to talk to, and there was often a smile on his face, which might be related to the company's rising stock price.

"There's peanut butter in tonight's dinner that might cause your allergy. Do you feel anything?" Norman asked Harry.

"what?!"

Harry was startled, but he didn't feel anything.

“The medicine is very effective,” Norman said.

"Could you let me know in advance when I need to get an allergy test next time?" Harry asked.

"No."

"Ok."

“Some papers say that allergic reactions are also related to psychological state. If you don’t know what you’ve eaten, your body will pretend not to know that you are allergic to it,” Norman said.

Harry felt like a guinea pig, and his father Norman would have dinner with him every day just to observe the effects of the drug.

“Don’t look at me like that, Harry. I’m doing this for your own good,” Norman said.

"I'm fine."

Harry felt he needed to go through a rebellious phase.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Norman warned.

“I’m fine.” Harry chickened out; Norman’s cold gaze frightened him.

“Go back to your room now,” Norman commanded.

Harry turned and walked out of the dining room, then immediately locked the door in his bedroom.

Harry lay on the sofa, staring at the medicine bottle in his hand, and angrily threw it towards the French windows.

After a while, Harry got up, picked up the medicine bottle from the carpet, and put it back in his pocket.

“This is a side effect of the medication,” Harry told himself.

It was this little green pill that made him emotionally unstable.

Harry vowed to himself that once his allergies were cured, he would never take another green pill.

Harry lay there, contemplating all the changes that had occurred to him since he started taking the little green pills.

The most noticeable changes are a significant increase in appetite, improved digestion, and smoother bowel movements.

Secondly, one's energy levels increase and one's thinking becomes very active, similar to drinking the "Monster" beverage.

My weight seems to have dropped too; I'm so thin that I can feel my abs.

Harry sat up, turned on his computer, and began searching for information online.

He was worried that some special compounds had been added to the small green pills.

After searching online, Harry's worries intensified.

Those specific compounds do indeed correspond to the changes that occur after taking the medication.

Harry stared at the little green pill in the vial, sensing that a tiny devil lurked inside, and that he was making a deal with a green devil.

Harry placed the medicine bottle on the table, thinking he wouldn't take it, but then Norman's angry face flashed into his mind, scolding him for wasting his efforts.

Is Father Norman also taking other types of green pills?

Harry guessed that Norman was eating as well.

He laughed.

Their family is finished.

The person was mentally normal before, but the medication made them abnormal.

Chapter 320 Spider-Sense

"It seems there's nothing in this world I need to worry about."

Li Qun thought to himself casually.

Today is graduation ceremony, and Li Qun is taking photos of Peter with Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

After Li Qun finished taking pictures of Peter's family, Peter took the camera and took pictures of Li Qun.

Li Qun was surrounded by people: his father, aunt, uncle, and even Wade was there.

It's rather strange that Wade appears in his own graduation photo.

Peter took pictures of Harry and his father Norman, and then took pictures of Gwen and her father George.

Walter White finally met Norman's son, Harry Osborne, his daughter Stephanie's classmate and friend, with a complicated expression.

"Smile."

Peter's camera lens was pointed at Stephanie and her family.

"very good!"

"very good."

Peter was in a great mood and was happy to take pictures of every classmate, including Flash.