In a dim underground bar, the crowd was sparse, and low jazz music was flowing gently in the corner. Li Ming was enthusiastically sharing with a few familiar friends a little-known independent band he had recently become fascinated with, describing the deep emotions behind the obscure lyrics and the subtle ingenuity in the music arrangement. His eyes were shining with passion and sincerity for music. At this time, Chen Hua, who was sitting at the bar, interrupted him in a mocking and sarcastic tone: "Oh, it's so noble that you are fascinated by the kind of 'art' prepared for pretentious people. Are you sure you are not showing off your so-called unique taste? Next time, don't forget to pack a 'literary youth' meal for us country bumpkins to refer to." Chen Hua's tone was full of sarcasm, and every word in the sentence was like a carefully carved sharp blade, pointing directly at Li Ming's personal preferences. There was an awkward silence at the scene, and Li Ming's cheeks flushed slightly, with both dissatisfaction and embarrassment. He tried to defend himself, explaining how the band's music touched the softest part of his heart, but Chen Hua had already thrown out the next sharp question, as if using ironic ridicule to force Li Ming to prove that his unique taste was not just a pretense. This scene not only reveals the different aesthetics and cultural classes of the two people, but also shows how in certain social occasions, teasing and humiliating others' personal preferences can become a weapon to deliberately create a sense of superiority. Although Li Ming's heart is full of passion, he seems so lonely and helpless under Chen Hua's ironic smile.