Blackstone Code

"These...what do I need to do?"

The new maid was a little dazed when she saw the soybeans that Lynch brought back. She knew it.

Although soybeans are nutritious and cheap, most of the time this stuff is only eaten by the poor. Whether it is canned soybeans or relief food, it is never for the rich!

You'd be hard-pressed to see a soy-related menu in a mid- to high-end restaurant, at least for now.

So when Lynch brought back these soybeans, the little maid was a little dazed. It was the first time she worked for a rich man, and she was not sure whether these things were the same as what she thought.

The little maid glanced at about two pounds of soybeans, and was a little unsure. After giving the little maid a look for a while, she ran to Lynch's side and asked what the soybeans were going to be used for.

"Soak a quarter in lukewarm water, rinse every hour, and leave the rest alone."

He paused as he spoke, as if thinking of something, "By the way, help me find a stone mill. It's fine if it's small. It's better if there's an electric one."

Since the little maid is now pregnant, a lot of the work is done by new little maids arranged by the community company.

The community company did not offer any insight into why the maid was pregnant and yet to be fired, it was as if they didn't know about it.

It is said that the little maid was introduced to the community company by the little maid, saying that it was her cousin or something. In short, there are some family connections. From the perspective of a certain family, it is considered a family.

Soon the soybeans were soaked in water. There was not much work to do in Lynch's house, and Penny didn't have the heart to toss with the two little maids. This also brought the whole villa back to its former tranquility.

But at such a leisurely end of September, early October, there was a fat man who kept reminiscing and thinking.

"What the **** is Bean Brain?" Peleus is exercising.

Just from the appearance, especially when he is wearing clothes, it will give people a feeling of "this idiot is so **** fat".

But at this time, he was wearing a red fruit, showing a state that had nothing to do with "fat" at all.

There are muscles all over his body, and the muscles make him look fat.

If there is a bodybuilder here, they will complain about his ugliness!

This is not classical beauty!

Yes, there are also classical bodybuilding, and modern bodybuilding in bodybuilding.

Especially with the popularity of bodybuilding in the whole country in the past few years, various bodybuilding events have emerged one after another, and some bodybuilders have begun to try some other methods to pursue muscle growth instead of beauty!

We all know that when there is a potential profit in an industry, capital swarms.

The same goes for the bodybuilding industry, in order to build more muscle, people are starting to take hormones, some of which were previously given to animals, but… who cares?

Those "modern bodybuilders" who have fallen into some kind of madness only want to have more muscles, and ignore the essence of bodybuilding is the beauty that the body brings.

They no longer pursue the balance and coordination of the body, they just want to have more muscles, and these people have indeed begun to get more attention in bodybuilding competitions and win more awards.

After all, to ordinary people, those muscles that are full of visual impact seem to interpret "fitness".

And those who look well-balanced, but slightly "thin", are not "fit", at least they don't have such exaggerated muscles.

In fact, people only see "fitness", but not "beauty". Modern fitness is rapidly eroding "classical fitness!"

Peleus is the representative of modern fitness, and his body is completely exaggerated muscles, but the hormones he uses are not the kind of common goods outside, which are safer and more reliable.

He is not fat at all!

At this time, during the break, he was still thinking about some of the words he had heard in a brief exchange with Lynch that day.

He'd never heard of something like "Bean Brain", but Lynch's description didn't look like he made up.

He must have seen or even eaten it, so he can give a very accurate description of the taste.

"Like slightly curdled milk, like a girl's skin..."

The thought of these descriptions made Peleus drool.

He asked a lot of people and no one had heard of these things, what bean curd, what buns, what stir-fries or boiled vegetables?

No, no, Federalist Simple Cooking keeps dishes simple and traditional, either frying, boiling, or grilling.

Stir-fry or something... a bit hard for them to understand.

Peleus doesn't have many hobbies. As a "God of War", he has been placed in high hopes by two families since he was a child.

Maybe it would be a good thing for him if he was born into a family of capitalists, like Cerverella, who is more of a princess than those real princesses.

Whatever she wanted, Mr. Wardrick would give it to her.

But born in a military family, Peleus' treatment is not so comfortable.

Since he was a child, he has been trained by the family as a future "Federal Marshal" and thrown into the army since he was a child. He is really enduring hardship, not a fake one.

This is also the reason why he learned to hide himself at a very young age. After all, the military is not a capital world. In the capital world, if you have money, you speak louder than others.

In the army, strength is the capital of speech.

For so many years, he has no hobbies, but he has some preference for food. Such "hobbies" are completely trivial for a person like him.

The cooks at home changed batches after batches, and he had tasted all the unique delicacies from all over the world, but he had never tasted the things that Lynch said.

Of course, as a person whose starting point is in the sky, Peleus would not take the initiative to contact Lynch because of some food, and promise him anything.

Support some food, even if he is greedy for appetite, it will not be really that stupid.

After a series of training sessions, he and the boxer he had beaten soaked their hands in a copper basin.

There is a very special potion in it, brought by the boxer who is teaching him a fighting technique.

This potion softens the stratum corneum, making the skin softer and sharper to the touch.

Many people say that as long as the pain nerve is cut off, people will become invincible in combat.

Someone did it, but he fought one game and retired completely.

Not feeling pain means you have lost control of your body completely.

You don't know if your organs are seriously injured, you don't know if your bones are broken, and when you realize that you are not very good, in fact, death has come.

On the contrary, the sharper the perception, the more practical benefits to the battle.

If your skin can sense changes in airflow, that's enough to react before someone hits you.

These potions may not be so magical, but at least it can ensure that human skin is soft and sensitive.

"Mr. Truman is here..."

Someone was standing outside the door, prompting.

After hearing the words, Peleus wiped the potion on his hands, and after explaining a few words to the boxer, walked into the bathroom.

Two girls looked down on him to bathe and change, and then he appeared in front of Truman fully dressed.

At this time, Peleus no longer had the terrifying sense of oppression that he had in the gym before, and instead had a chubby and simple appearance.

"Is there a result?" After sitting down, he picked up a snack, took a bite, and asked casually.

Mr. Trueman nodded. "I convinced them."

A clear smile appeared on Peleus' face. He got up and walked to Mr. Truman's side, patted him on the shoulder, causing Mr. Truman to roll his eyes.

"Congratulations……"

Mr. Trueman, who was fighting from under Peleus' arms, panted, "I think you were hitting me just now."

"Have it?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then both laughed again.

Their relationship is actually very good. Although Mr. Truman's grandfather has a low military rank, he is only a major, but this major is Peleus' grandfather's adjutant. Originally, Mr. Truman was also deliberately used as Peleus' assistant by the military. cultivated.

That's why he was promoted so far. If he also came here from time travel, or had some understanding of the culture of another world, then he must have heard the phrase "accompany the prince to study".

Although Peleus was not the prince, he was almost there.

It was only later that some things required him to jump out of the military and become the spokesperson of the military in politics, so Mr. Truman, who had performed well in all aspects, jumped from the military to the government agency.

Now he is the head of the Ministry of International Affairs, and he has the right to speak whether it is domestic or foreign affairs!

But when he came up, everything went so smoothly.

After becoming Mr. President's staff, Mr. Truman, fresh out of the military, suffered many setbacks.

The federal government is not the federal military ~www.readwn.com~ simple, simply.

The interests of the federal government are intricate and complicated. He was forced to bow his head by the capitalists several times, and even suspended him once, and almost cut off his career!

If it weren't for the fact that he had the military behind him, Mr. President also needed the support of the military. In addition, Mr. Truman did very well. He would have been picked out of the government system by those capitalists long ago.

After "confessing", Mr. Truman finally understood the gameplay of the game, and he "bowed" to capital.

He began to attend various gatherings organized by capitalists, went to various occasions, became good friends with the capitalists, and spoke for the capitalists when necessary.

But in his bones, he still hates these people very much, and even hates them.

The problem with the Duncan family this time, in fact, for the entire Duncan family, it was not fatal at first.

But this just made Mr. Truman see hope. He persuaded Mr. President, plus his influence in the military, so a group of people began to investigate the Duncan family...