Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

"Just kidding!" Deng Zhe reached out and tapped her smooth forehead. "I have yoga class this afternoon, mainly for relaxation and stretching. Don't worry, there'll be something delicious tonight too."

Hearing this, Dilraba finally felt relieved and continued her battle with the food.

After lunch break, the afternoon is dedicated to yoga.

Two yoga mats were laid out in the spacious, bright living room. Soft, soothing music flowed through the air. However, this tranquility was soon broken.

"Ouch! Deng Zhe! I can't pull... I can't pull it anymore! It's going to break!!" Reba grimaced as she lay on the mat.

Deng Zhe was standing behind her, his hands on her back, helping her to deepen a shoulder-opening posture.

"Breathe, take a deep breath, relax." Deng Zhe's voice was calm, but the strength in his hands did not lessen in the slightest.

"Your flexibility is such a waste of those long legs. All you do is eat and lie around; your muscles are all stiff."

"Who...who said that! I...I used to practice dance too, okay!"

Dilraba stubbornly argued that she had indeed been busy filming for the past two years and hadn't practiced dancing.

"Hmm, I can see that, 'before'." Deng Zhe deliberately emphasized the word "before".

He gently tapped her arched back, "Sink down here, tighten your core, don't put all the weight on your wrists. Yes, feel the stretch in the back of your legs..."

Reba tried her best to adjust according to the instructions, her little face turning red, but her posture was still crooked.

Deng Zhe had to squat down and personally help her adjust the position of her legs and straighten her pelvis.

His palms were warm, and the distinct touch through the thin yoga clothes made Dilraba's heart beat a little faster for no reason.

"Focus! Don't think about those random things!" Deng Zhe seemed to notice her distraction and patted her leg.

"Who...who's thinking nonsense!" Dilraba retorted stubbornly, quickly regaining her composure and struggling against her body.

Fortunately, Dilraba has a good foundation, and she regained her form after half an hour, no longer needing Deng Zhe's help.

My weight-loss dinner consisted of steamed sea bass, boiled shrimp, stir-fried broccoli with garlic, and mixed grain rice.

Dilraba's mouth was covered in oil from eating, so Deng Zhe casually pulled out a tissue and wiped it for her.

"Can't you be a little more careful? You're a female celebrity, after all. What if your fans see you?"

"Hmph!" Reba rolled her eyes at him. "I'm only like this in front of you. I wouldn't act like this in front of other people."

After saying that, Dilraba realized that her words were a bit ambiguous, so she quickly lowered her head, her ears turning slightly red.

Deng Zhe looked at her, smiled but didn't say anything, and then lowered his head to start eating.

The days passed quietly in this cycle of "pain and pleasure".

The gritting of teeth and perseverance as you sweat profusely in the gym, the gentle sighs of being conquered by delicious food, the aching groans of stretching on the yoga mat, and the elation in front of the scale every time.

These became the main themes of Dilraba's time during this period.

Finally, the day before I went to "Running Man", the scale showed that I was two pounds lighter than my initial target weight!

"Ah!! Deng Zhe!!" Reba jumped up excitedly, threw herself into Deng Zhe's arms, and hugged his neck tightly.

"I did it! I really did it! I'm two pounds lighter than Sister Mi asked for!!"

Deng Zhe was startled by her sudden attack and quickly reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist.

Like a soft flame crashing into his arms, Deng Zhe's heart skipped a beat.

He then released his arm and gently patted her back, his tone filled with a tenderness he himself didn't realize:

"Okay, okay, congratulations to Comrade Reba for exceeding the mission target! Get down, you're so heavy."

"You're the heavy one! I'm light now!" Dilraba let go of him, her cheeks flushed, and proudly raised her chin. "See if you dare call me Fatty Dilraba again!"

"Okay, okay, Skinny Di, Skinny Di, alright?" Deng Zhe raised his hands in surrender, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He had seen all her efforts during this time, and although he often teased her, she held a heavier and heavier place in his heart.

Having lost weight, her facial features are more defined and delicate, her exotic features are even more striking, and she seems to glow, radiating confidence and vitality.

Reba excitedly spun around in the living room, eager to call Yang Mi to share the good news.

"Really? You're two pounds lighter than before? Not bad! Keep it up and don't let it rebound! I'll come over tonight to check on the results, and... um, bring you some 'rewards'."

After hanging up the phone, Reba was so excited she couldn't sit still: "Sister Mi is coming tonight! And she's bringing a reward! Deng Zhe, what should we eat to celebrate tonight?"

"Mi-jie already said there's a 'reward,' and you're still thinking about food?" Deng Zhe raised an eyebrow. "But... considering how hard you've worked, I'll make an exception for tonight and not make a low-fat meal. What do you want to eat?"

"A seafood feast!!!" Dilraba shouted without hesitation.

Then, as if realizing something, her face fell. "Was this...too lenient?"

"It's just once in a while, it's not a big deal." Deng Zhe took out his phone. "I'll have the supermarket send over some fresh seafood."

"Yay!!!" Dilraba jumped around on the sofa, feeling like she had reached the pinnacle of her life.

In the evening, Deng Zhe began processing the seafood delivered from the supermarket.

In the kitchen sink, all sorts of seafood were jumping around.

"Wow! Deng Zhe!!" Reba stood around the pool, cautiously poking the swimming crab with its claws raised high:

"This swimming crab looks fierce!"

"No matter how fierce it is, it'll end up in your mouth soon enough." Deng Zhe didn't even look up; with a swift movement, he sliced ​​the lobster in two.

"Stay away, don't get pinched by the pliers. I don't want to take you to the hospital again."

"Pah, pah, pah! You jinx!" Reba glared at him reproachfully.

"These scallops are huge! Steamed with garlic and vermicelli! And lobster... baked with cheese or sashimi? King crab... steamed with vinegar is the freshest! Abalone... braised? stir-fried in oil? Ugh, so hard to choose!"

"Only children make choices," Deng Zhe finally looked up, a smile playing on his lips.

"Adults want it all, of course. But tonight, Sister Mi is the star, so tone it down and don't lick the plate clean."

"You're the one who licks the plate!" Dilraba retorted angrily, but the thought of the upcoming feast instantly lifted her spirits.

She looked at Deng Zhe's focused profile; his rolled-up sleeves revealed his well-defined forearms, and his focused gaze was filled with unwavering confidence.

This is completely different from his usual image as a dog assistant, yet it makes him even more captivating.

A slight tremor ran through her heart, and she quickly looked away, pretending to examine the king crab in the tank, but her ears quietly flushed.

The doorbell rang at just the right moment, breaking the delicate atmosphere in the kitchen.

"Sister Mi is here!" Dilraba, like a startled little rabbit, hopped and ran to open the door.

Outside the door, Yang Mi was dressed in a beige suit skirt, with exquisite makeup, and she was carrying a rather elegant-looking paper bag.

"Sister Mi!" Reba called out obediently, subconsciously straightening her back like a soldier waiting for inspection.

Yang Mi's gaze lingered carefully on her face, from her forehead to her jawline, before he finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you've lost weight, your features are more defined, and you look great. This is a reward for you."