Of course, no ordinary ones could be in her league.
But even when she came to my place, she ignored my parents' care about her, reluctant to talk more to them, only saying that she was too busy with work to get enough rest.
At the dinner table, she was so picky that she accused my mother of intentions to ruin her career and make her tied to having babies and doing domestic chores by fattening her up with such greasy and pungent meat.
My mother had no way to defend herself and could only remove all the dishes with meat. But Jane continued to say disdainfully that the vegetables were not fresh and must be topped with imported Wagyu beef. How would my mother know what kind of beef it was? She spent a lot of money on having someone get the beef for Jane but was rejected again with an excuse that the beef was not authentic. Then, Jane only stayed in my home for one day before she left in a hurry.
My mother was startled by Jane's outrageous behavior and cried in the kitchen, blaming herself.