America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Li Qun smiled at Bronsky.

Bronsky is generous, and he can also act generous.

Li Qun called Peter into the kitchen to help him with the cooking, as Bronsky had made it clear that he had a large appetite.

Li Qun plans to cook so many dishes that they will fill the table.

It's okay if we can't finish it all; Bronsky can pack it up and take it back to Harry's apartment.

“Harry said he’ll be there in half an hour,” Peter said quietly.

"learn."

“Peter, go check on Gwen and Stephanie, and ask them if they want to come out after the food is ready, or if they want to come out now?” Li Qun said to Peter.

"I'll go ask."

Peter knocked on the door, glancing furtively at Bronsky on the sofa as he did so. Bronsky continued reading his book, and the television continued to play its program.

"Who is it?" Gwen asked through the door.

“It’s me, Peter.”

"What are you doing, Peter?"

"Let me in to talk."

The door opened briefly, and Peter entered before immediately closing it again.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Peter glanced at Gwen's room; it was a bit messy, with clothes scattered everywhere. He looked away.

“Liqun asked me to ask you whether you should appear now or wait until the food is ready before calling you,” Peter said.

“I’ll go out now. I’ll go to the kitchen and help Li Qun cook,” Gwen said.

"it is good."

Peter and Gwen came out of the room and glanced at Bronsky on the sofa, who was still engrossed in reading with his head down.

Peter went into Stephanie's room again, and Stephanie responded.

“I’ll help in the kitchen, so Peter, you don’t need to be there.”

Peter never expected to be replaced by Gwen.

“Stephanie, would you like to help in the kitchen?” Gwen asked.

Do you need me?

“Yes, we need to!” Gwen said.

Three people were busy in the kitchen, while Peter stayed in the living room with Colonel Bronsky.

“Are you afraid of me?” Bronsky looked up.

"I was very scared."

“We’ve seen some news reports about military camps, and they’re all about violent crimes,” Peter said, being quite tactful.

“I know which ones you’re talking about,” Bronsky nodded.

“The military is a microcosm of society. You can’t avoid these problems; you have to face reality.”

“Oh… I’m reading a book. What I’m saying right now is just applying the big principles from the book. You don’t have to mind what I’m saying,” Bronsky laughed.

“I remember you said you were going to publish a book, Colonel?” Peter asked.

"Preparing to become a general," Bronsky replied with a smile.

"Someone once said, 'A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier.'"

“I don’t know who said that,” Peter said.

“What do your family members do for a living?” Bronsky asked.

“Publishing editor,” Peter replied.

Uncle Ben edited and republished "The Stag's Cookbook," and Peter felt he hadn't lied.

"Girl, what about you?"

"My dad is a chemical engineer."

Stephanie updated her father Walter White's career information, no longer telling anyone that her father had been a chemistry teacher.

"Both are good."

"It just makes me feel like your families are all wrong. Peter's family should be full of chemical engineers, while yours should be full of publishing editors," Bronsky joked.

“Well, this could be a gender stereotype about professions,” Stephanie said.

“I’ve liked girls like you since high school. Girls who seem smart and know what others are thinking,” Bronsky said, looking at Stephanie.

“Peter, watch and learn from me. Once you enroll, try to pick up girls like I do,” Bronsky suddenly said to Peter, turning to him.

Peter smiled awkwardly at Bronsky.

Peter wondered to himself, how did Lillian manage to spend those few hours with this colonel? Harry was also quite remarkable, managing to live under the same roof as him.

The doorbell rang, Peter got up to open the door, and Harry came in.

"Hey, kid, we've been waiting for you!" Bronsky said with a smile as he stood up.

“Hey Peter, I brought you some souvenirs, from the press conference.”

Harry placed the paper bag he was carrying on the table.

"This isn't...! I saw online that everyone invited to the launch event gets a new phone, but Harry, how could you take so many?"

Peter took the contents out of the paper bag and found five brand-new Stark mobile phones, all in their original packaging.

“He’s shameless,” Bronsky remarked from the side.

“No, Mr. Stan spoke with me specifically after the press conference and asked me to pass on a message to my dad. It’s just a small token of his appreciation,” Harry said.

“Obadiastan, I’ve met him too. He likes to pry into other people’s lives, and these cell phones show that he was prepared.”

“I suggest you don’t use them. These phones have definitely been tapped by their backdoor,” Bronsky said.

Chapter 351 No War on the Western Front

There's a gun expo in a couple of days, does anyone want to go check it out?

At the dinner table, Bronsky enthusiastically told the three boys about the guns he had used and wanted to take them to see the world of "real men".

Peter, Li Qun, and Harry exchanged glances, tacitly deciding to keep their distance from Bronsky.

"What a disappointment."

“You’d be more interested in an underwear fashion show, wouldn’t you?” Bronsky poured himself a full glass of whiskey, took a sip, and said.

“No, not at all,” Li Qun said.

"boring."

"Why are you making yourself look like a medieval paladin?" Bronsky said, looking at Li Qun.

During dinner tonight, Bronsky's focus remained on Liqun, and the conversation would frequently veer back to Liqun.

“Perhaps the education I received in my past life was that of a paladin,” Li Qun said.

"A clever mind, a good appearance, and money—any one of these three things can make a person stand above others."

"Harry's family is rich, and he's good-looking too."

“Peter, I can tell he’s intelligent and decent-looking.”

"Liqun is similar to Peter."

"The three of you will be able to stand on top of others in the future."

"I hope that more than ten years from now, we can still sit at the same table and have dinner together."

"What's the name of this dish? I really like it," Bronsky said.

“Crispy, sweet and sour eggplant,” Li Qun replied.

"Eggplant, you mean that purple, long, thick plant fruit?"

“In my memory, that was the worst-tasting vegetable,” Bronsky gestured as he spoke.

"Disgusting? Actually, it's because I don't know how to eat it. If I eat something that tastes bad, I'll just say I can't eat it," Li Qun said.

How does it work?

"You can find the detailed recipe for this dish in the lifestyle section of the Horn Daily," Li Qun said.

"Are you contributing articles to a newspaper?"

“No, it’s just to earn some pocket money occasionally. The Bugle Daily is always accepting submissions,” Li Qun replied.

“I also sell news photos to the Daily Bugle,” Peter said.

“What other jobs can make quick money?” Bronsky asked.

"It's gone."

"There's a saying that goes, 'A person can't earn money beyond what they know,'" Li Qun said.

"If I were to find a job, the only options I could think of are becoming a mercenary or an assassin."

Do you know anything about assassins?

“The hitman industry is actually quite regulated. You need to be licensed to work, and if you're not licensed, you're likely to get arrested and become a scapegoat for your employer,” Bronsky laughed.

“We know,” Li Qun said.

“Hmm.” Bronsky looked at Harry.

“So, don’t go to extremes. Everyone in this world has a chance to hand over a knife when they’re in dire straits. Professional assassins don’t just need money for their rewards,” Bronsky said.

"Newspapers generally don't publish murder cases by hitmen, but the sudden death of some important figures can be seen as a case of someone hiring a hitman to kill them."

"Walking down the street, you suddenly see a car stop, and the driver shoots someone in the road. This is the most typical killer behavior."