Tang Xiaonan held back a laugh and praised him, "You're amazing, Dad! Jim was knocking for a long time."
The frustration on Felix Thorne's face vanished, replaced by a wave of pride. 'Of course I'm more capable than my son. That goes without saying.'
Jim Thorne, standing at the door, curled his lip. 'I'd never do something so embarrassing. I opened one with a single tap, easy as pie. But Dad? He just knocked twenty-eight times. I counted.'
Phoebe Huxley brought over a bowl and poured some of the soda out. The dark brown liquid fizzed with tiny bubbles. Everyone stared as if they were watching a magic trick, completely fascinated.
"Isn't this just herbal medicine? It looks exactly the same," Phoebe Huxley remarked.
Everyone nodded in agreement. It really did look a lot like herbal medicine. Phoebe Thorne laughed. "This soda foreigners make is so weird. It doesn't even look good. Orange soda is much better."
