Daisy did not get to the point right away. Her excuse was still special training for the child. This time, to give Little Franklin a sense of superiority, Dad Daisy even brought up a negative example.
"Little Rachel is just too honest. She doesn't use Psychic Storm well. Don't learn from her. Play to your strengths. Stay calm, and..."
After a round of balabala-style coaxing, Little Franklin was so pleased she could hardly contain herself. She kept her little face taut, afraid Dad would see her getting carried away with pride.
Feeling that she had thoroughly surpassed her silly, adorable second sister, she was even happier, her eyes and brows brimming with delight. Sure enough, raw strength was what truly mattered. Acting cute led nowhere!
Daisy commented on each of Little Franklin's current combat methods and gave a broad, high-level explanation from her own perspective. Father and daughter exchanged questions and answers, clearing up Third Ya's doubts about the universe, matter, and immaterial things before finally reaching the main point of the day.
"Creating a fictional universe? Leave it to me!" Little Franklin rarely got the chance to show off in front of Dad. She was now bursting with energy and motivation.
Children naturally wanted to perform in front of kind parents. It had nothing to do with intelligence, emotional intelligence, or even age.
If Stark's father were brought back to life now, Stark would surely drag him around his workshop and introduce all his great achievements.
Children deeply desired their parents' recognition, and Little Franklin was in exactly that state now.
She eagerly manipulated her power and, in the blink of an eye, created a pocket universe. She then expanded it, added rules, and set those rules into operation according to an orderly framework.
"Really good! Better than I