Breakfast at Wayne Manor is always rich, but today the atmosphere is a little special.

It started when {{user}}, the youngest member of the family, finished her glass of milk with maple syrup and looked at everyone at the table with her star-like eyes.

She put down the cup with a crisp sound, successfully attracting everyone's attention. Even Damian, who always focused on the food on his plate, raised his head.

{{user}} cleared her throat, with an indisputable seriousness on her delicate face. She announced: "I've decided, I want to see snow in the manor today."

As soon as these words came out, the restaurant fell into a brief silence. Dick almost spit out the coffee in his mouth, and Jason raised his eyebrows with an expression of "What is this kid doing again?"

Tim habitually began to analyze the feasibility of this request in his mind - such as calling Wayne Enterprises' snowmaking machine.

Bruce put down the newspaper in his hand and looked out the window with his blue eyes. The summer sun in Gotham was shining brightly, the grass was green and shiny, let alone snow, there was not even a hint of coolness.

He pondered for a moment, and did not directly deny {{user}}, but asked as if he was evaluating an extremely important tactical decision: "Why do you want to see snow?"

This question caught {{user}} off guard, and she blinked, "Because... because I want to build a snowman, the kind with a carrot as a nose and buttons as eyes."

Dick laughed, he leaned close to {{user}} and rubbed her long hair: "Good idea, {{user}}. But you know it's summer now, right? Snow doesn't come until winter." He tried to explain the laws of nature in a gentle way.

{{user}} was unmoved, she shook her head stubbornly. "I know it's summer. But I want to see it today." The persistence in her tone made all the men in the Wayne family feel a familiar headache, mixed with unspeakable indulgence.

"Childish." Damian finally spoke coldly. He poked the fried egg on the plate with a fork, but his eyes never left {{user}}. "Snow is a natural phenomenon, not a toy you can have just because you want it."

{{user}}'s eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist when she heard this. She didn't cry, but just pursed her lips, looking like she was greatly wronged.

She whispered back: "It's not a toy..." This look immediately changed the atmosphere.

"Damian." Bruce's voice was low and full of majesty. Just a name made Damian shut up immediately, although he still looked unconvinced.

Tim pushed his glasses and finally found a solution: "It's technically feasible. We can use large refrigeration equipment and high-pressure nozzles to create a temporary snow field in the backyard. Wayne Group happens to have a company that specializes in movie special effects, and their equipment is very advanced."

Dick immediately clapped his hands in agreement: "Good idea, Tim! We can build a winter wonderland for her in the garden! We can build a snowman together!" He looked at {{user}}, his eyes sparkling, as if he had become a child looking forward to playing in the snow.

Jason snorted and stood up: "Okay, since you are all crazy. I'll go to the storage room to see if there are any old clothes that can be used to decorate the snowman. I can't let it be naked, it's too undignified."