I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 14 Quiz

In front of Luther and his children, old Joseph had nothing to hide and spoke his mind freely.

Of course, these were mainly said to Luther.

Everyone else, whether it was Mrs. Rose or her children, was constantly urged by old Joseph to "make progress," to the point that they were practically tired of hearing it.

However, Joseph Sr. tirelessly emphasized his "American Dream" to his children again and again.

This American Dream is so unique that it captivates people, even to the point of wanting to marry a fallen aristocrat from old Europe.

For most people, the American Dream might be about working hard, getting rich, marrying a beautiful white woman, and having seven or eight children.

However, after three generations of accumulation, the Kennedy family has amassed considerable wealth, and old Joseph certainly doesn't want to be just a nouveau riche.

Over the years, he traveled all over the country and met many high-ranking people. To his surprise, he discovered that these so-called high-ranking people were actually just a bunch of scoundrels who did scoundrel things.

He thought, if even these guys can rise to the top and become members of this country, why can't I?

That's why, especially in the last year, Joseph's focus has shifted from making money to keeping an eye on his network of contacts, looking for opportunities, especially to connect with state legislators.

If there were a way to get into the White House, that would be wonderful.

But given the Kennedy family's current influence, this is still just a dream, nothing more than a dream.

Nevertheless, Joseph remained convinced that the Kennedy family would have a future only by instilling this philosophy in his children.

As for Luther, although he was Joseph's son-in-law, he was treated the same as everyone else and was included in Joseph's disciplinary scope.

Finally, he looked at his son-in-law and said politely:

"Mr. Luther, from now on you are part of the Kennedy family."

"Thank you for your acceptance."

Old Joseph nodded, then raised his glass: "We are family, so we share honor, we advance and retreat together, for the sake of family!"

"For our families." The others also raised their glasses.

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The two glasses clinked lightly, producing a crisp sound that lingered in the air before disappearing between the wooden panels of the restaurant walls.

Jia glanced at Luther with a strange look in her eyes, then lowered her head and continued eating.

On her plate sat a halibut, pricked with butter and drizzled with a touch of vanilla, its aroma filling the air, but Gia couldn't taste it.

Mrs. Ross noticed her daughter's action. She turned to the side, lowered her voice, and said in a tone only the two of them could hear:

"Sometimes you have to admit, his manner of speaking is indeed very gentlemanly, isn't it?"

Jia paused for a moment, but she didn't say anything and just continued cutting the fish.

Mrs. Rose wasn't angry; she had expected her daughter wouldn't answer, just like her personality.

Actually, she knew from the beginning that her daughter was not in favor of the marriage, but old Joseph was urging her, and the family needed to make a splash, so Gia was pushed into the marriage with some reluctance.

She had initially thought Luther was like those old European nobles, a lazy and good-for-nothing, but judging from Luther's current performance, she was quite satisfied.

She doesn't mind saying a few good words for her son-in-law to make the marriage more solid, because she also needs to maintain her dignity.

The atmosphere at dinner was pleasant. After the fish, the butler had the servants serve lamb chops and a cheese platter.

Brie cheese has been brought to room temperature; when cut open, the center is slightly runny, releasing aromas of mushrooms and nuts.

Rockford cheese, on the other hand, had bluish-green mold spots and smelled so strong it was like some kind of weapon.

After finishing the last piece of cheese, old Joseph wiped his hands with a napkin and cleared his throat.

At that moment, the air in the restaurant seemed to freeze.

Daniel quickly put down his wine glass, Gia put down her knife and fork, and even Johnny Jr. hurriedly wiped his mouth, not caring about his image.

Catherine did the same, swallowing the caramel pudding in her mouth in the shortest amount of time, her eyes wide open.

Everyone knew that the Kennedy family's regular quiz was here again!

As mentioned before, Joseph Sr. had a knack for educating his children, and this dinner Q&A session, which was essentially a quiz, was enough to demonstrate that.

The children's knowledge, demeanor, skills, and mental state will all be revealed in this small test.

Winners are rewarded, and losers are punished.

Sure enough, his gaze swept across his children's faces, and then he slowly said:

"Gentlemen, according to family tradition, it's time for dinner. I'm going to test you with some questions to see how things have progressed lately."

Upon hearing this, Johnny Jr. felt as if he were having a nightmare, and his whole body shrank back.

But it's no use. It's like a final exam; the teacher won't skip the exam just because you don't want to take it.

The exams still have to be taken, and the rankings have to be posted on the wall for a month without being taken down.

He first looked at the youngest, Catherine, his expression softening slightly: "Catherine, what have you been learning at school lately?"

Catherine straightened her back and answered like a little adult, "I learned math last month, multiplication."

"Alright," old Joseph nodded, "what is twelve times twelve?"

"One hundred and forty-four," Catherine blurted out, almost without hesitation.

"Fifteen times fifteen?"

Two hundred and twenty-five.

"Eighteen times eighteen?"

Catherine tilted her head and thought for a second: "Three hundred and twenty-four."

Old Joseph raised an eyebrow slightly: "Calculate it again."

Catherine counted on her fingers, her lips moved silently, then she looked up and said with certainty, "Three hundred and twenty-four."

Old Joseph was silent for two seconds, then nodded, which was the highest praise he could give.

Upon seeing this, Catherine beamed with joy, as if she had won a grand prize, and quickly added, "Dad, I got first place in my class on my math test last week!"

"Very well, the Kennedys' children are either number one or failures," said old Joseph.

Upon hearing this, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped her father's wrath.

Then his gaze shifted to young Kennedy, and that gentleness vanished instantly.

"John," old Joseph's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried weight, like a sudden blow, "you haven't been going to school lately, so what have you been studying?"

John F. Kennedy straightened up immediately: "I'm reading...Cicero's *On the Orator*."

"Oh?" Old Joseph raised an eyebrow. "Then you should know what qualities Cicero believed a good orator should possess?"

Upon hearing this, Luther was slightly taken aback.

This book is notoriously difficult and obscure; even adults might not be able to understand it. Yet old Joseph asked his ten-year-old son to read it.

Isn't this a bit too much of a case of forcing growth?

Anyway, Luther himself certainly couldn't understand it; he was still playing in the mud when he was around ten years old.

Even when I turned eighteen, on my first day of college, I was still like a child, searching for internet cafes everywhere.

In the 20th century, were the wealthy already this demanding in their children's education?

Lacking relevant experience and in-depth thinking, even if one forces oneself to learn at this point, the result will only be superficial and incoherent learning.

There's no other reason than that if you learn knowledge that's incompatible with your age, the only result will be that you won't be able to digest it.

Sure enough, the next moment Jenny's lips moved, but no sound came out.

His cheeks began to flush, the red spreading from his cheekbones to his ears, making his light brown freckles stand out even more against the blush.

"Hmm... talent, knowledge... and..."

"Anything else?" Old Joseph's voice turned cold.

"And... practice..." Kennedy's voice trailed off, the last few words practically squeezed out of his throat.

"Then tell me," old Joseph put down his napkin, "how did Cicero distinguish between 'eloquent' and 'eloquentissimus' in the first book of *On the Orator*?"

When this question came up, Johnny Jr. was completely stumped.