At dinner, our original three-person meal became a four-person banquet.
Although Munchkin was small, he had a big appetite.
Drover had deliberately prepared more food, and when the tableware was set down, Munchkin was surprised. He was excited and even clapped his hands." Uncle Drover, is everything in this house by your own design?"
He looked at Drover with innocent eyes, clearly wanting the know the principles.
Drover smiled, his eyes forming crescents. He nodded. "Yes, do you want to know how I designed it, Munchkin?" He immediately was able to tell what Munchkin was thinking.
After hearing these words, Munchkin put his head down, "Yes, can you tell me?” "Of course, I'll show you when I’m done eating."
"Okay." Munchkin clapped his hands and tapped his feet with joy.
It was the easiest for him to be interested in these high-tech things at this age. It was also a good thing if he could discover his potential as soon as possible. It was just that it would trouble others somewhat.
There was slight embarrassment on my face."Drover, will it be too much of a bother to you?"
Drover waved his hand. "It won’t. I’m willing to share since the child is interested. Perhaps Munchkin will become more accomplished in this area in the future." Too many people liked hiding what they have learned, but Drover was not one of them. He was happy to share, even to a child.
To the side, Marius cast an envious look at Munchkin while he ate. "I say, why can”t you treat me the same way you treat the boy? Why don't you indulge me when I'm curious?" He protested.
Drover glanced at him, slightly exasperated. "I've explained the design of the lifting dining table three times, but did you understand?"
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