I was 3-4 years old at that time. I was a courteous and sociable girl. One evening, his boss came to his father to discuss some work issues. Only my mom and I were at home, my dad had to come minute by minute, and my mom asked the guest to sit down and wait for him. While she was busy in the kitchen, I was polite: "Sit here, please. Does it not blow out the window? Per you should turn on the TV?" The guest in response only smiled and nodded his head, thinking of something his own. Then I (a little kindergarten girl!) I asked, conspicuously blinking, “Maybe you can pour a hundred grams?”