She casually grabbed a handful of tea leaves, tossing them effortlessly into a pot filled with eggs and seasonings.
“Today’s Emma’s birthday. Let’s make something she loves,” she said with a warm smile.
The camera zoomed in on the tea leaves.
They looked strikingly similar to the ones Claire had at her house.
Claire’s were in a sleek, premium package; ours, by contrast, were packed more simply in a plain bag.
[Wait a second. I was laughing earlier, but now those look like real Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea!]
[Who are you kidding? Look at their house; those could be weeds for all we know!]
[My grandpa’s a certified tea expert! He says those aren’t just Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea; they’re from the original mother trees! What a waste, using them for tea eggs!]
For context, regular Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea was already expensive. Still, tea from the remaining six mother trees was the pinnacle of luxury, something only the elite could afford.
[Seriously? How could anyone tell just by looking?]
[My grandpa’s a tea enthusiast. He’s willing to buy it, no matter the price. Leave your contact info, little girl!]