[Wait a second. I was laughing earlier, but now those look like real Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea!]
[Who are you kidding? Look at their house; those could be weeds for all we know!]
[My grandpa’s a certified tea expert! He says those aren’t just Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea; they’re from the original mother trees! What a waste, using them for tea eggs!]
For context, regular Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea was already expensive. Still, tea from the remaining six mother trees was the pinnacle of luxury, something only the elite could afford.
[Seriously? How could anyone tell just by looking?]
[My grandpa’s a tea enthusiast. He’s willing to buy it, no matter the price. Leave your contact info, little girl!]
[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.
“This, on the other hand,” he said with a smirk, “is the real Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea.”
Hearing that, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, it wasn’t the old man making the mistake.
After all, it was just black tea. If it had truly been a mix-up, how would he keep his job?
The host smiled graciously, his voice soft with understanding. “Since it was all just a misunderstanding, let’s move on to the next segment.”
As the livestream continued its ascent in popularity, the screen shifted back to Claire’s home.
“My brother!”