Chapter 27 Why do you eat so uniquely?
"Whoa! Whoa!"

Forest Hills, Parker House.

The fallen leaves in the yard were swept together by the broom, raising a slight dust.

Peter and Uncle Ben worked together to sweep up the fallen leaves.

As the weather turns cooler, there are more fallen leaves in the yard.

"We've been spending a lot lately and the bills are starting to pile up, Anna. I didn't expect them to be so expensive."

In the kitchen, Aunt May was talking on the phone with her best friend.

She closed the refrigerator door with a bang, holding her cell phone in her left hand and a long bill in her right hand.

"I know we're already using credit cards, but this isn't a long-term solution. Maybe I need to find a new job."

Aunt Mei hung up the phone with a headache and put the bill on the dining table.

Household expenses are a headache for her.

She has already started thinking about finding a job.

Peter, who was in the yard, heard Aunt May talking on the phone.

Due to the influence of the alien gene, his hearing is different from that of ordinary people.

Even though they were several meters apart and separated by a wall, he could still hear Aunt May's voice clearly.

Hearing Aunt May worrying about the family expenses, his brows furrowed.

He did have some US dollars that he had stolen from the Hand.

But how to make Aunt May and Uncle Ben accept it is a more troublesome problem.

"Are you really not feeling ill, Peter?"

He was thinking about how to get the two to accept the money when Uncle Ben's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Uncle Ben swept away the last fallen leaves, looked up at Peter and said, "You looked a little unhappy in church yesterday."

"I'm fine, Uncle Ben. I just have trouble breathing. Maybe the air in there is too oppressive."

Peter made up an excuse to put Uncle Ben off.

He was found by Gwen in the hospital yesterday. Although he wanted to get away with it, under Gwen's relentless pressure, he could only use the excuse of "early-stage tumor" to explain it.

Now he didn't want what happened in the hospital yesterday to happen again to Uncle Ben, so he could only continue to tell white lies.

"Well, maybe what happened at school had a big impact on you."

Uncle Ben sighed slightly and said, "We all don't want to see such a tragedy happen."

"Need a break?"

Uncle Ben was silent for a while, then put down his broom, walked towards Peter and asked.

"My physical strength is not so poor, Uncle Ben."

"hehe."

Uncle Ben smiled, sat on the steps of the nearby storage room, and stretched.

"That means Uncle Ben's strength is a little low. I suddenly remembered a funny story, Peter."

"uh-huh."

Peter stopped sweeping the fallen leaves and pretended to listen attentively.

"When I was your age, I hated raking leaves and would rather spend my time painting model trains, and then one day, an idea suddenly occurred to me."

Uncle Ben paused. "If everyone in this neighborhood hired me to rake leaves, I'd have enough money to buy a train."

Peter nodded, "That's a good idea."

Unfortunately, I am neither able nor willing to work as a cleaner to earn money.

Besides, Aunt May and Uncle Ben would never believe that their nephew could make tens of thousands of dollars by raking fallen leaves.

"What I'm saying is, Peter."

Uncle Ben smiled and continued to say to Peter: "Sometimes labor may inspire you to come up with new ideas."

"Good idea, Uncle Ben."

Peter nodded slightly to Uncle Ben without commenting, and then continued to sweep the fallen leaves. Although he didn't tell Uncle Ben anything, he always seemed to be able to see through his thoughts.

"Ten thousand dollars?!"

Looking at the stack of green US dollar bills in front of him, Peter stood there in a daze.

He had been thinking about money, but not in this way.

The location was the Sunshine Cafe near the Presbyterian Hospital, and the time was in the evening.

Peter, who had just finished cleaning up the fallen leaves, received a call from Gwen, saying that she wanted to invite him for coffee.

As soon as he sat down, Gwen handed him a stack of US dollars.

"I'm sorry, Peter, my original plan was to raise more, but I ran out of time."

Gwen said apologetically.

She originally wanted to borrow 50,000 yuan from her father.

But George Stacy's father, not knowing what she wanted to do, only paid out 10,000 dollars in the end.

Even if it is only 10,000 yuan, it is a huge sum of money for a middle-class family.

"Gwen, I don't need this."

Peter, whose heart was touched, slowly raised his head and said to Gwen: "I can handle it myself."

"We're both in high school, Peter."

Gwen bit her lip and said, "Even if you help your neighbors sweep fallen leaves or work as a newspaper boy, you won't make much money, not to mention that you haven't told Uncle Ben and the others about your situation."

At this time, the pale yellow sunlight shines through the curtains as thin as gauze.

The diluted sunlight shone on Gwen's golden hair, making it sparkle.

Peter looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly felt that maybe it was wrong of him to deceive this girl.

But this thought was instantly erased from his mind.

"I want to help you anyway, Peter."

Perhaps because she was afraid that Peter would not accept the money she borrowed from her father, Gwen said sincerely: "Maybe you think this money is important, but it is not important at all to me."

Gwen stared down at the food on the plate. She felt like crying, but she held it back.

"When I was chased by the Hand and wanted to jump off the building, you caught me on the other side of the rooftop. When I was attacked by Frank, you blocked me from behind. Maybe you think it's nothing, but it's very important to me. If there is anything that cannot be measured, then this is it."

Gwen took a deep breath, raised her head, and said to Peter: "Compared to what you did to me, this little money is nothing at all."

Peter was silent for a few seconds as he listened to Gwen's words.

After a while, he smiled at Gwen, "Thank you, Gwen."

"Are you willing?"

Gwen asked hopefully.

"Well, even if I borrowed it from you, I promise you that everything will be fine and I will return the money to you soon."

The string in Peter's mind, which had been tense because of the alien embryo, suddenly relaxed.

My heart, which had been filled with anxiety, couldn't help but relax.

"You haven't eaten yet? I'll treat you."

Peter called the waiter and started to order.

Seeing that Peter was willing to accept her money, Gwen's mood brightened up completely and she began to order food happily.

She stuffed the toast covered with maple syrup into her mouth.

"Do you always eat like this, Gwen?"

The look Peter gave Gwen was like looking at a giant python devouring the pet cat next door.

Gwen's mouth puffed up like a hamster's and she managed to reply, "What?"

"I'm talking about your eating style. Every time you eat, you look very chic."

(End of this chapter)