"Granny, is you breakfast always bugged by this type of questions?" the young lady was nearly choked by her chuckles. The old lady just smiled at her as the answer.
"Is this what you called school? By asking critical questions?" she turned her question to the boy.
"Well, you also do the same thing to me though," he just shrugged her with innocent face.
The old lady burst in laughter, "Come on, Lynn. You won't ever win, arguing with him. He is a very smart one. Instead, why don't you try to help him this time?" the old lady took a mouthful of the crispy pie in front her and chewed it delightfully, "Hem... You have mastered our family's recipe. I can relax now."
The young lady pouted. He is being favourite, she thought.
"So basically, common sense is a general frame of thinking which most people will agree with. It is a limitation to a certain degree where people think that things should be in place," she explained proudly.
The boy looked at her blankly, but she didn't realise it. She took a mouthful piece of pie in satisfaction, thinking she had gave the most splendid explanation ever.
"Lynn."
"Yes, granny?"
"If common sense is a general frame of thinking like you said," the old lady stopped, took a breath, "then, you definitely have nothing in common with him. The young lady looked at her grandaunt with question mark on her face. The old lady answered her with a slight gaze to the boy, and the young lady responded by turning her face to the boy.
"I think, you are not a good teacher...," the young boy hung his words.
"Yet."
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