[Wow, someone actually believes this nonsense? Have you seen their house? That tea’s obviously fake!]
The reply came swiftly, [No need to argue; my grandpa’s on his way to the filming location.]
After that message, the chat fell into silence.
[I’m dying of laughter. Someone’s actually gonna pay for fake tea?]
The comments erupted into a heated debate as the host turned to the panel of judges.
Coincidentally, one of the judges today was a respected tea master.
“Mr. Lewis,” the host asked, “The comments are all over the place, arguing whether the tea at Emma’s house is real or fake. As a pioneer in tea culture and an expert in tea tasting, can you clear this up for us?”
“Of course.”
Mr. Lewis adjusted his glasses, peering at the screen.
With a quick glance, he waved dismissively and sneered, “Fake.”
He leaned forward, his voice dripping with authority. “High-quality Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea features tight, sturdy, slightly twisted strips, with dry leaves that are dark green, gleaming with a jewel-like shine. What they’ve got here? Just plain black tea.”
He scoffed again, his finger pointing dismissively at Claire’s screen.