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"Sure, just come on over."

"Okay, then I'll treat you to my mom's homemade chili sauce later."

Naza started opening the dinner her assistant had brought, then took a bottle of chili sauce and showed it to Jiang Yuan.

"It's so delicious! When I'm eating a weight-loss meal, this is what I crave the most."

"You're already so thin, why are you still trying to lose fat?"

Jiang Yuan got up, placed her phone on the table facing him, and turned on the TV.

"After Dad was discharged from the hospital, Mom often cooked delicious food, like the ones I sent you via WeChat photos."

Naza stuck out her tongue. "I couldn't control myself and gained some weight. I'm almost 100 pounds now."

"Aren't you 1.72 meters tall? Even if you weigh 100 pounds, you'd still be very thin."

Jiang Yuan has been busy these past two months and hasn't seen Nazha yet.

Naza stayed at home for a long time, and then returned to Beijing Film Academy to finish her final exams.

She is a junior in college and will soon be a senior.

After finishing the exam, I went to Wuhan to reshoot some scenes for "The Whole City Is Under Arrest".

Then came the promotional tour for "The Breakup Guru".

I've never even been to Zhejiang, let alone Hengdian.

The girl kept saying she wanted to visit the set, but she never had the chance.

"But I'm a female celebrity, so this weight is unacceptable."

Naza carefully used a spoon to scoop a little bit of chili sauce onto the boiled egg.

He then happily put it in his mouth.

"My weight should be maintained at around 90 pounds."

If there are important events or filming commitments, I need to temporarily lose weight to around 85 pounds.

Jiang Yuan clicked her tongue in amazement; female celebrities have such strict self-management.

But thinking about Mo Tong and Sister Meng, it seems they're pretty much the same.

Motong eats corn like she's cracking sunflower seeds, one kernel at a time...

Naza's face during a mukbang performance is a treat for onlookers.

But aside from chatting, Jiang Yuan spent most of her attention on the television.

He discovered something interesting.

Today, Thursday, July 3rd, is surprisingly the second day of the broadcast of "Swords of Legends".

It airs on Wednesdays and Thursdays at 10 PM, two episodes a day, four episodes a week.

Now we're airing the third episode.

Meanwhile, Dilraba, a fellow townsman of Gulnazar, has already made her appearance with her short, straight bangs hairstyle.

Jiang Yuan didn't know what others thought of this look, but he genuinely thought it was unattractive.

His bangs couldn't even cover his eyebrows, sticking out over his forehead, making him look a bit like the short bowl cuts worn by some male classmates in junior and senior high school.

If it weren't for her facial features, Jiang Yuan felt it would have been a disaster.

It's hard to hold back.

"Yuanbao, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Jiang Yuan laugh, Nazha couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"The styling in this TV series is a bit terrible."

Jiang Yuan picked up her phone from the table and shone it on the TV screen to look at Dilraba.

Nazha glanced at it and recognized it: "Dilraba? Her drama is airing today."

"You know him?" Jiang Yuan put her phone away.

"I guess we know each other? I'm not sure."

Naza bit her chopsticks. "We're not friends, and we've never talked, but we've met before. I wonder if she remembers me."

"She and I attended the same school in Urumqi before university, the affiliated high school of the Academy of Arts."

Naza said softly, "We're the same age, but she's two grades older than me. We met at school."

At the time, I worked part-time as a model for a wedding photography studio, and so did she.

I was invited by our TV station to participate in the same event, but we didn't have much interaction afterward.

"Oh, they're all the school's most popular figures," Jiang Yuan joked.

"She was quite famous at school."

Naza thought for a moment, then said proudly, "Of course, I'm also very famous, Yuanbao, guess why?"

"Because you're so beautiful."

Jiang Yuan was used to Nazha's occasional narcissism about her appearance, but she certainly had the right to be narcissistic.

This confidence in one's appearance, if attacked over a long period of time, can turn into appearance anxiety or even low self-esteem.

Naza went through a similar phase a few years later.

I probably won't have one in this lifetime.

"Mmm, I look absolutely gorgeous!" Naza exclaimed, beaming with joy.

"Actually, it wasn't just the school; we even met in Beijing in 2010 when they were casting for Yu Ji in 'The Last Supper.'"

Naza said dejectedly, "But I wasn't selected back then, and my ranking was even lower than hers."

"So she got elected?"

"She wasn't selected either."

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment, then wondered, who was Yu Ji's champion again?

I can't remember.

However, some promising actresses who were not selected include Gulnazar, Dilraba Dilmurat, and Xin Zhilei.

"It means the role isn't a good fit for you," Jiang Yuan comforted her.

Naza cheered up again: "That's it."

"But why are you two years younger than me even though we're the same age?" Jiang Yuan asked curiously.

"I lived with my grandmother when I was a child, and I learned Uyghur. I don't speak any Chinese."

Naza explained, "When my parents brought me to live in Urumqi when I was 8 years old, they sent me to a boarding school to learn Chinese. I started school a little later."

"I was so small back then, and I couldn't understand a word my classmates were saying. I almost cried."

Naza's little face scrunched up in grievance.

"You're amazing! You only started learning Chinese at age 8 and you've already learned it so well." Jiang Yuan sincerely praised him.

He understands the importance of a language environment for young children.

If you want to make up for it when you're older, it will take much more effort.

If this is true for English, then the profound and complex Chinese language is even more difficult.

"I hope you're wonderful, my darling."

Naza stared at Jiang Yuan with her bright, exquisite eyes. "When I told others before, their first reaction was, 'How can an 8-year-old not speak Chinese? Are they even Chinese anymore?'"

"Only our Yuanbao will praise me for being smart."

Naza pouted and said sweetly, "Am I exceptionally clever?"

Xiao Chen, the assistant in the room, heard his sister's charming and coquettish voice from afar.

Even as a fellow girl, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart.

If someone else calls her Yuanbao, the assistant will just think it's pretentious.

But with her voice so sweet and coquettish, the assistant really thought that Brother Yuan was incredibly lucky!

Jiang Yuan thought about what Nazha said.

Naza and ice and snow are indeed strongly associated.

But clever...

Well, occasionally.

Most of the time, Nazha is still a bit clumsy, but adorably silly.

She's somewhat the opposite of Sister Meng.

Sister Meng is quite witty most of the time.

But when you're truly confused, you start to have doubts...

Is Sister Meng really human?

Why is the brain circuit so bizarre?

"The ice and snow are indeed exceptionally beautiful..."

"Hmph, you stinky Yuanbao, would it kill you to try and coax me?"

Seeing Jiang Yuan's troubled expression, Nazha couldn't help but pout coquettishly.

"I admit, netizens all say I'm an idiot."

Sometimes I doubt myself and think I'm stupid, but don't I ever have moments of wit?

Jiang Yuan laughed and said, "Yes, yes, when you don't smile in front of others and pretend to be aloof, you look quite witty."

Naza's cheeks puffed up.

"It's silly to be like this now."

Naza quickly tried to compose herself.

"Even sillier," Jiang Yuan commented.

Naza looked at Jiang Yuan resentfully, tapping her chopsticks on the lunchbox.

The girl muttered to herself, "I'm going to Hengdian the day after tomorrow. I'm going to add tons of celery to my chili sauce, and I'm also going to pack tons of onions in my bag..."

Jiang Yuan's lips twitched.

Seeing this, Naza smiled, her eyes crinkling with affection.