"This..." The young man seemed unsure of what to say for a moment.
"If the whole world suddenly told you that you've been deceived all this time, and that enjoying delicious food is the way to lose weight, would you want to try it?" The old swindler's expression turned devilishly seductive.
"Probably, after all, it wouldn't hurt to try." The young man said.
"What if after trying, it actually works?" The old swindler continued to ask.
"How could that possibly be effective?" The young man found the notion utterly absurd.
"Why couldn't it be effective? How do you know if you're thin or fat?" The old swindler sneered.
"I have eyes to see." The young man said.
"How do you see? In fact, you can't directly see your entire self. What if the image of yourself in the mirror is fake? What if the numbers on the scale are also fake?" The old swindler questioned, pushing relentlessly.
"Can this be faked too?" The young man smiled bitterly.
