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

"Be normal!!" Deng Zhe gently pushed away the head that was leaning towards him:

"Get to the point, stop stalling!"

"Mmm~~!! I'm hungry! Can you make me something delicious?" Dilraba blinked her big eyes at him.

Deng Zhe's lips twitched violently, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Where am I supposed to cook you something delicious this late at night? There's no kitchen in the hotel room."

"Oh yeah! There's no kitchen." This made Dilraba, who had been full of anticipation, slump immediately. "Deng Zhe, I'm a little homesick."

"Thinking of going back to Xinjiang again?" Deng Zhe asked casually.

"Of course not!!" Rebatten sat up straight immediately. "Of course it's our home!"

"Oh~~!" Deng Zhe's lips curled into a smile. "When...when did we have a home?"

"It's just..." Before she could finish speaking, Dilraba finally realized something was wrong, her face flushed red as she turned to the car window: "I...I didn't mean that..."

"So what do you mean?"

"I...I didn't mean anything, I didn't mean anything!!"

"Of course it's our home!" Deng Zhe repeated Reba's words in a high-pitched voice.

"Deng Zhe!! Stop talking!!"

"Just say it!!"

"You dog assistant, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

The driver in the front seat silently looked away; he felt he had been fed very, very much today.

Back at the hotel, still angry, Dilraba slammed her room door shut.

Deng Zhe looked at the closed door and shook his head with a smile.

Instead of returning to his room, he took the elevator to the second floor and found the hotel kitchen.

It was getting late, and only one young kitchen helper was still cleaning up in the kitchen. Deng Zhe walked over:

"Hello, may I use the kitchen and some ingredients? I'll pay for it."

The young cook clearly didn't recognize Deng Zhe and said, "We're off work, and we don't lend out the kitchen."

Deng Zhe wasn't annoyed: "Here's what you'll do, call your supervisor and tell them I'm from the Running Man production team."

"Are you a celebrity?" The young chef looked Deng Zhe up and down, who was dressed in a formal suit.

"Hmm? I guess so!" Deng Zhe did not deny it.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll call our manager over!" The young chef said, picking up the walkie-talkie beside him.

"Manager, manager. There's someone in the kitchen who says they're from the Running Man show. They need to use the kitchen. Could you come over?"

"Buzz buzz buzz!" After a burst of static, a voice came from the walkie-talkie:

"Okay, tell him to wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Five minutes later, a middle-aged man in a hotel uniform ran over. He recognized Deng Zhe.

"Teacher Deng Zhe? Are you using the kitchen?"

Deng Zhe stepped forward and said with a smile, "Hello, manager, I would like to borrow the kitchen and ingredients. I'll pay for it."

"Professor Deng Zhe, you're too kind. Please make yourself at home."

The manager certainly wouldn't make things difficult for him, since the entire production crew was staying at their hotel.

"Okay, thank you. How much will it cost? Just bring the bill to my room later."

After the discussion ended, Deng Zhe went into the kitchen to check on the ingredients.

Perhaps due to the requirement for fresh ingredients, there wasn't much left in the kitchen.

Only two sea bass, some prawns, and a few abalone remained in the seafood tank.

Without hesitation, Deng Zhe scooped up a sea bass and cleaned it with a swift, deft knife.

The prawns and abalone were also taken out and cleaned.

I asked the cook for half a pound of flour.

Half an hour later, to the astonishment of the young chef, two bowls of seafood noodles and a serving of pan-fried fish were ready.

After greeting the young chef, Deng Zhe pushed the food cart to the door of Reba's room on the fifteenth floor.

"Tap tap tap!" He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Dilraba's voice came from inside the door: "Wait a moment!"

Half a minute later, the door opened and Reba poked her head out.

She had changed into her pajamas, but her hair was still wet, indicating that she had just taken a shower.

"Deng Zhe? You..."

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes lit up when she saw what was on the food cart:

"Did you go and make me something delicious?"

"Why should I cook you something delicious?" Deng Zhe waved his hand, gesturing for her to move aside.

"I was hungry myself, so I made your portion too."

Reba immediately opened the door and made room for her. "Hehe! Whatever you say is right, as long as there's good food."

The food cart was then pushed into the living room.

Deng Zhe turned his head and said, "Aren't you coming over to get the noodles? Wait for me to feed you."

"It's here, it's here!" In front of the delicious noodles, Dilraba, who never argued with Deng Zhe, quickly came over:

"Wow! Seafood noodles and pan-fried fish chunks! Deng Zhe, you truly are my best assistant!!"

Deng Zhe picked up the pan-fried fish pieces and placed them on the table. "Eat quickly, or the noodles will clump together."

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!!" Dilraba carefully picked up the seafood noodles, brought the bowl to the rim, and took a deep sip:

"It smells so good! This is exactly the smell!"

After saying that, he picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf down his food, completely unaware that soup had splashed onto his face.

"Eat slowly! I have my own, I won't take it from you." Deng Zhe helplessly pulled out a tissue to wipe her face.

Reba stretched her face forward with enjoyment, looking like a kitten enjoying its owner's petting.

He threw the tissue into the trash can and picked up a piece of pan-fried fish, placing it in her bowl.

"Try this piece of fish. We don't have much left in the kitchen, so this is all we can make."

Dilraba looked up at him: "Did you make this in the hotel kitchen?"

"Yes! I just went to the hotel to borrow their kitchen."

"Deng Zhe, you're so kind!!"

"I know I'm good, you don't need to emphasize that! Hurry up and eat!"

"Uh-huh!!"

Soon, the two of them finished two bowls of seafood noodles and a plate of pan-fried fish.

"I'm full! I'm full! It feels so good!" Dilraba slumped in her chair, rubbing her belly.

Deng Zhe put away the bowls and chopsticks: "If you're full, go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. We have to get up early to record a show tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, you busybody!" Reba pouted and complained.

"Alright, I'm going back to wash up now. Goodnight!" Deng Zhe pushed the food cart towards the door.

"Deng Zhe!" Dilraba called out to Deng Zhe from behind.

Deng Zhe turned his head: "What? Is there something else?"

Dilraba said earnestly, "Deng Zhe, it's so good to have you!!!"

Looking at her serious and pretty face, Deng Zhe's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He immediately turned around, opened the door, and pushed the food cart out:

"You only feel that way when I cook something delicious for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed shut with a "bang".

"No, that's not true!" Reba pouted, looking unhappy.

"You blockhead! You deadbeat straight man!! You deserve to be single forever!!!"

As Deng Zhe, who was outside, couldn't suppress a smile the moment he closed the door.

He would have laughed out loud if he wasn't afraid of being overheard by Dilraba.

He understood what Reba meant, and although he had his worries, it didn't stop him from being happy.

"Hey? Xiao Zhe, what are you doing standing outside the door? And you're grinning like that." A voice interrupted Deng Zhe's daydream.