阅读理解: Our village carpenter (木匠) , John, came one day and made a dining table for my wife．He made it just the right size for the space between the two windows．When I got home that evening, John was drinking a cup of tea and writing out his bill for the job. My wife said to me quietly,“That’s his ninth cup of tea today．”But she said, in a loud voice,“It’s a beautiful table, dear, isn’t it？” “I’ll decide about that when I see the bill.”I said. John laughed and gave me his bill for the work．I read: One dining table