When I was working for a travel website, I worked with a girl from England. She had dark brown hair and brown twinkling eyes. She was not tall and she had curly hair. When she smiled, she looked gentle and lovely. She is from Liz, a city in England. 

We updated information on English website each day. For lunch, Victoria always brought her sanwiches. She bought good quality toasts. The toasts were made of fine white flour and looked thick. She always placed cheese between toasts, and cut a square toast into four sections. Every noon, for lunch, she ate up one small section, then chewed another section. At last, she would always eat up a whole sandwich. Then she would take a big apple from her schoolbag and bite the juicy apple.

Each noon, Victoria had her simple lunch, without visiting our dining hall. Our dining hall just offered Chinese dishes. Sometimes Victoria covered sausage slices on the cheese. Sometimes the filling was butter.

My father invited Victoria to lunch, and he said he would make dumplings for both of us. Victoria followed me home and soon a plate of dumplings was placed on the table. I ate heartily and satisfactorily. But Victoria just dipped her chopsticks into the dumplings, and nibbled something in her mouth. Politely, she ate about three dumplings.

After lunch, we walked back to the company together. Victoria said she wanted to buy some snacks.

Victoria has just come to China and she was not used to Chinese food. And she prefered meat and sweet food. One day, a superviser in marketing department invited Victoria to lunch. She ordered meatballs fried in pineapple juice. Victoria ate lots of meatballs.

In the company, Victoria resumed her simple sandwich. Her vegetable was lettuce.

One cold morning, when Victoria arrived at the company, she took out a big, tantalizing pancake. The pancake was fried brown and crisp, studded with salty and oily meat. The pancake smelt of meat and spice. It was traditional Chinese snack sold by a vendor on the street.