Claire folded her arms, a mocking glint in her eyes. “Does your dad own a car? A Land Rover, perhaps? Or maybe a BMW?”
She already knew the answer.
I shook my head. “We do have a vehicle, a sturdy old tricycle and an electric bike.”
That was good enough, wasn’t it?
Claire snorted. “A tricycle counts as a car?”
I furrowed my brows, mulling over her words. “Why wouldn’t it? My mom often rides the tricycle to take me along when selling flowers. My brothers get around on shared bikes. And honestly, buses and subways are super convenient nowadays, not to mention energy-saving and environmentally friendly.”
The audience’s comments flooded the screen.
[Poor kid. It’s sad, but luck really does play a huge role in life.]
[Sigh. Like parents, like children. Mediocrity is probably her destiny.]
[Not having kids when you can’t provide for them is honestly an act of kindness.]
Before I could respond, the lights dimmed and a giant screen flickered to life. Claire clapped her hands in excitement.
“Look! That’s my dad!”
The screen displayed an opulent hall, every corner radiating wealth and refinement. A middle-aged man, impeccably dressed, entered the frame with a much younger woman by his side.
Claire’s father sat on an expensive-looking sofa, his every movement exuding authority. He tapped the table lightly, commanding attention without a word.
Her mother then appeared, moving with elegance and grace, carrying a set of exquisite blue and white porcelain tea wares. With delicate, slender fingers, she placed tea leaves into cups, her fluid movements so refined it was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece.
She cast a fleeting glance at the camera before proceeding to perform an exquisite tea ceremony. Every movement was flawless, a perfect blend of elegance and precision, captivating everyone present.
[Absolutely mesmerizing! Watching this feels like an art exhibition!]
[This is how the wealthy brew their tea? Truly a feast for the eyes!]
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?”