Some eagle-eyed viewers began dissecting the scene, identifying the tea with precision.
[Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea, $22 per pound.]
[Now, this is true luxury. Even if you have the money, tea of this quality isn’t easy to come by.]
I watched Claire’s mom handle the tea leaves with such reverence, my brows furrowing slightly.
“$22 per pound?” I muttered under my breath. “Did she get ripped off?”
I blinked at the realization and added, “We’ve got this tea at home, too, a big bag of it.”
The comment section was abuzz, but I wasn’t done.
“My dad enjoys drinking it, but my mom mostly uses it to boil tea eggs.”
The moment the words left my mouth, the comment section erupted like a volcano.
“First, it was the Chanel tablecloth and now she’s claiming to use Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea for boiling tea eggs. Such a braggart and a liar at such a young age!”
“Come on, give her a break. She’s just a nine-year-old, poor and stubborn and probably hasn’t seen much of the world.”
I sighed, hearing the disbelieving comments.
But I wasn’t lying.
That coffee? It came from an old man with a bamboo pole and it only cost a few cents per pound. There was no way it could be that expensive.