Mag froze for an instant, and then realized that it had to be because she had failed to collect money completely by herself, and felt she hadnt been much of help to him.

Mag put the plate on the table. He couldnt help feeling his heart ache a little as he looked at Amys sad little face. It seemed the little girl was still not very confident in herself. In fact, he felt Amy, who was just a little more than four years old, was already very amazing to do this kind of thing.

Looking into Amys eyes, Mag shook his head solemnly. Who said so? Why would you think that, Amy? Its mostly because of Amy that we have sold four plates of fried rice today. Besides, youve counted right to charge 2,400 copper coins, but Grandpa Mobai didnt have that many copper coins, so he had to use this more beautiful and valuable gold coins to pay instead.

Really? Amys eyes became brighter and brighter as she listened to Mags words, but she was still not very confident.

Mag nodded. Of course. Its my fault that Amy didnt see any gold coins before, because I didnt make any. If someone is to blame, its me. I didnt tell you sooner that silver coins, gold coins, and dragon coins are the same as copper coins; all of them can be used to buy things. It is me who should reflect on this lapse. I hope Amy can forgive me. An expression of self-reproach appeared on Mags face.

Amy shook her bowed head. No, its not Fathers fault. Fathers very good to me. She was a little upset. Teacher Luna has taught me before, but but so many copper coins becoming so few gold coinsI just couldnt make myself do it. They are so many, so

Mag lifted an eyebrow and almost burst into laughter. Amys explanation was so lovely, but he felt a little depressed as he looked at her timid look.

The external environment had a great influence on ones character, especially on those who were at an age of slowly molding their values and habitslike Amy.

Between the poor life before and the contempt that humans and elves showed half-elves, she felt a little inferior, and was not very confident.

The good thing was that Amy was still little and that this kind of mindset was just a bud, so Mag believed he could slowly help make her a confident little girl.

I wont let Amy be laughed at and looked down upon from now on. Ill make her the apple of my eye and my happy little princess,said Mag to himself.

Speaking of mathematics, this worlds level made him a little worried, for it was even worse than the random foreigners from his previous life. Even doing the addition and subtraction of numbers which had more than two digits would take them a long while.

Considering that even basic education was not universal in this world, this was not very surprising. Suddenly, Mag came up with an idea for building up Amys confidence.

Apparently, China was one of the countries with the highest average level in math on Earth. As a rudimentary knowledge, the multiplication table the ancient Chinese people had invented had made a great contribution to the world.

Mag reached out to stroke Amys hair and put the small bowl in front of her; smiling, he said, Eat this, and then Father will teach you a multiplication table. After you master that, youll be even better than the students in the Chaos School, and collecting money will be much easier.

Really? Better than those big brothers and sisters? Amys face lit up immediately, and she looked at Mag in disbelief. In her eyes, those big brothers and sisters were studying under Luna every day, and they were all very good.

Mag nodded. Sure. When did Father lie to you?

Amy nodded her head and answered earnestly, I know Father will never lie to Amy. Ill learn carefully. Then she started eating.

Looking at Amy eating in a manner that was so adorable, Mag picked up his spoon and started eating too. The 99 times table was very magical, and if Amy mastered it, she could easily beat those kids who were still counting on their fingers. It was the first step to boost her confidence.

After lunch, Mag took the dishes to the kitchen. He really didnt want to touch them as he looked at the oily plates in the sink; after hesitating for a while, he asked the system, System, do you sell dishwasher?

System is not an appliance store, answered the system.

Just cut to the chase. Do you sell it or not? Ill pay for it. Mag curled his upper lip.

The system was silent for a while, and then a quotation appeared in Mags head. Basic dishwasher, it can clean five plates and 10 spoons at one time. Price: three gold coins.

This system is really a money-grubber; it has no principles whatsoeverMag rolled his eyes. He had seen through this system. Yet, the price was fairly acceptable, so he asked without thinking, So cheap? Then I want one. Charge it to my account.

Then another line of words appeared in his head. Done. The dishwasher is in place.

Looking at the silver dishwasher which was already plugged in on the cooking bench, Mags eyes brightened. It seemed very high-tech. He opened the top, removed the several plates and spoons from the sink, and put them in the dishwasher. Then he pressed the start button. Less than a minute later, the top opened again, and the plates inside were already clean and shiny.

Modern technology was indeed very convenient. Mag put away the plates and spoons contentedly. Amy was standing by the kitchen door. She looked at Mag in great anticipation, and said, Father, whatre you going to teach me?

The 99 table. Wait for me here, Amy. Ill go get some paper and a pen. Well try to learn some today, answered Mag. It seemed there wouldnt be another customer in a while, so he went upstairs and fetched a pen and a sheet of paper; then, he sat at the table and wrote the stair-shaped multiplication table from memory.

This worlds characters were clearly different from those on Earth, but the universal characters were a bit like the oracle bone script, and the numerals were the same as Arabic numerals. The development of civilization was always having some amazing similarities.

Mag had inherited his predecessors memory, so he had already mastered this worlds characters and language.

Fathers handwriting is very beautiful! Amy exclaimed as she watched Mag write down the multiplication table; she clapped her little hands with adoration. She had thought Lunas handwriting was the most beautiful, but now she found that her fathers was even better, each figure like the one on books.

Amys praise and adoring eyes made Mag feel that his one hour every day spent on practicing handwriting in his childhood was suddenly worth it; finally, someone appreciated his good handwriting. He smiled, and said, Then Ill teach you how to write some day if you like.

Amy nodded happily. Yes, teach me some day! She looked at the rows and columns of figures, a little confused. Father, is this the 99 table?