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.
Right about now, it was probably the time Mom would be making her famous tea eggs.
The livestream switched over to my house.
The camera panned to show Mom walking into the living room, her Cartoon-themed pajamas making her look casual yet radiant.
With fair skin, a stunning face, long legs and sharp features, she practically glowed, even without a hint of makeup.
While the audience was busy marveling at her beauty, she casually grabbed a face mask from the side.
[Wait, could that be… the $4,000-a-sheet luxury face mask?]
[$4,000! That’s like spending a whole month’s salary on your face!]
I scratched my head in confusion. “It’s not expensive. Mom said it only costs fifty cents per sheet.”
[I knew it! Fake! Little poor girl, tell your mom not to use counterfeit products, or her face will break out!]
[Exactly! Knockoffs are everywhere nowadays. How can you trust them?]
[What’s the point of being so pretty if she’s married to a broke man? She should just get a divorce! With those looks, she could easily land a rich husband!]
[Falling for a guy who’s broke, toothless and balding. What a fool! So love-struck.]
Meanwhile, Mom, unfazed, had already moved on to the kitchen.
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.