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

Deng Zhe's hand, which was holding a fried dough stick, froze. He turned to look at Dilraba and asked, "What...did you call me?"

Dilraba was also calling him that for the first time, and was a little shy, but still said confidently, "You're already my boyfriend, isn't it only natural for me to call you husband?"

She frowned after saying that, and pressed on menacingly, "What? You won't let me call you that?"

"How could that be?" Deng Zhe affectionately pinched her chubby cheeks. "You can call me whatever you want, my wife!"

Deng Zhe also called out to her in return, and Reba responded happily, picking up a steamed bun for Deng Zhe, "Honey, you should eat too!"

"Thank you, honey!"

"Husband~~~"

"Wife~~~"

After calling each other "husband" and "wife" repeatedly, the two finally finished their breakfast; it was almost eleven o'clock.

Reba then remembered, "Honey, didn't you say you'd help me arrange the flowers today?"

Deng Zhe stood up: "Um, I'm going to get something."

Deng Zhe returned to his room and picked up the package that Xiao Chen had delivered that morning. It was something he had arranged for someone to buy last night.

Back in Dilraba's room, she was sitting on the sofa, holding a bag of potato chips and crunching away.

There were two bags of snacks next to it, one bag of opened jelly and one box of small cookies.

Deng Zhe stood at the door, watching this scene, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Your buns are still stuck in your throat, aren't they?" He walked over and put the package on the table. "Can you still eat snacks?"

Reba tilted her head back, still eating potato chips, and mumbled, "Don't you know women have two stomachs?"

She swallowed the potato chip and said matter-of-factly, "One provides meals, and the other provides snacks."

Deng Zhe sat down next to her, shaking his head helplessly: "Fine. You eat, I'll prepare it."

As he spoke, he began to unpack the package. The package was wrapped quite tightly with tape, but he found a corner and tore a hole in it.

Dilraba immediately put down the bag of potato chips, came over, and asked, "Honey, what's this?"

She looked at the bottles and jars Deng Zhe took out of the package, "Can they really preserve the flowers you gave me?"

Deng Zhe picked up a clear plastic bottle, checked the label, and confirmed that everything was correct.

"Of course. This is epoxy resin, which can completely preserve the flowers. If stored properly, they can last for decades."

"Wow!" Dilraba's eyes widened, a look of surprise on her face. "Is it that amazing? Quick, quick, do it now!"

After she finished speaking, she immediately ran to the windowsill.

On the windowsill sat a glass vase, containing the bunch of slightly wilted wildflowers.

She carefully took the bouquet out of the vase, ran back to Deng Zhe, and gently placed the flowers on the table.

"Honey, what should I do? What can I do to help you?" She squatted on the chair, looking eager to try.

"No rush," Deng Zhe said, picking up the bag of silicone desiccant and tearing open the seal.

"This flower needs to be treated first. It needs to be thoroughly dried with silica gel desiccant, otherwise, if you seal it in directly, the moisture inside will cause the flower to mold and eventually turn black, which won't look good."

Dilraba said "Oh," nodded, and watched his movements intently.

Deng Zhe brought over a clean glass bowl. He opened the bag of blue silicone granules and spread them into the bowl about two centimeters thick. Then, he picked up the bunch of wildflowers.

He separated the flower branches one by one. The petals were no longer so crisp, and the edges were slightly curled, but the color was still quite vibrant.

He carefully placed the flower stems one by one into the glass bowl. After arranging them, he picked up some silica gel granules and sprinkled them evenly over the flowers until all the flowers were completely covered.

Dilraba held her breath the whole time, and only after he finished burying her did she whisper, "Is this all right?"

"Not yet." Deng Zhe picked up the glass bowl and walked to the small table in the corner of the room. There was a microwave provided by the hotel there.

He opened the microwave door, put the glass bowl inside, then turned around and filled a small half-cup with water from the water dispenser, placing it next to the glass bowl.

"Won't baking the flowers like this burn them?"

"No." Deng Zhe closed the door and adjusted the knob. "I put water in here; the steam will keep the environment a little humid. And I'm only using medium-low heat."

He set the power level to low to medium, and since they were all small flowers, he only set the timer for two minutes.

Dilraba squatted there, staring intently. Two minutes passed quickly, and the microwave stopped with a "ding."

Deng Zhe opened the door, and the color of the silicone particles seemed to have lightened a bit, with the part near the flower turning pink.

Deng Zhe put on disposable gloves and gently brushed aside the surface granules to reveal the flower underneath. The petals looked very dry, but their shape and color were still intact.

Dilraba reached out to take it, but Deng Zhe slapped her hand away.

"Be careful, they're hot!! Also, the temperature is high now, they're very brittle, they'll break if you touch them. You have to let them air dry naturally."

Dilraba touched her slightly sore hand, pouting, "Okay! How long will it take?"

"It'll be fine soon, just let it cool down on its own!" Deng Zhe said, putting on gloves as he carried the bowl out.

Dilraba sat back down on the sofa. Looking at the large bouquet of roses on the table, she said, "What about this big one? We can't bury it!"

Deng Zhe looked at the bouquet of red roses. "This bouquet is too big. Drying it with silicone would be too slow, and we would need too much of it. I don't have enough on hand."

He thought for a moment, "Here's what we'll do: you pick the bouquet you like best, and I'll make it."

"That works too!" Reba thought for a moment, "I'll go pick one now!"

After saying that, she ran to the roses, picking them while talking to herself:

"This won't do, it can't be too bright!"

"You're no good, you're all listless!"

"You... will be selected first!!"

She was very careful in her selection; ninety-nine roses were chosen, and only half were eliminated in the first round of the competition.

She then immediately moved on to the second round of the election.

Seeing her serious expression, Deng Zhe shook his head and let her be.

Sitting on the sofa waiting for the bouquet to cool, I took out my phone and tapped it.

The crimson light shone on Deng Zhe's face, foreshadowing that he had lost again.

He had just put down his phone when Dilraba leaned over and said, "Honey, what do you think of this one? I think it's the prettiest."

Deng Zhe looked up at the rose in Reba's hand. The buds were in full bloom, and the colors were vibrant. It was indeed very beautiful.

"It's beautiful, let's use this one."

Deng Zhe took the roses from her hand, picked up the scissors and cut the stems short, leaving only about five centimeters.

Then, the process was repeated, burying the entire rose bush in the desiccant and setting the microwave to five minutes.

When I came back, I saw Reba lying in front of the wildflowers, wanting to touch them but not daring to.

"It should be fine now!" he said, reaching out to touch it gently; it was indeed cold.

Then Deng Zhe picked up two large plastic bottles and poured an appropriate amount of AB glue into each measuring cup and began to stir.

"What's this?" Dilraba asked, pointing to the measuring cup.