Are You a F*cking Foodie?

"You're drinking milk tea again..." When the assistant saw Elizabeth pick up the milk tea again, she felt resentful toward her for failing to meet expectations. The manager had said a lot of times that Elizabeth had to control her weight, but she refused to listen. She still drank milk tea every day, and it was said that she would even ask that handsome guy to make her supper at night. She ate so much food in a day, but why didn't she look like a pig? Elizabeth squinted at her, hoping she would understand. She didn't speak much. Lucas said, "She's not fat. I've been supervising her weight." "How do you know that she didn't play any tricks? She could've weighed herself with a stone hidden on her body in front of you on the first day then two days later, she could simply replace the stone with a smaller one. In another two days, she wouldn't use any stone!" the assistant said resentfully. "But she doesn't wear much, so she wouldn't be able to hide a stone on her body." "What the hell? Wh