At home, there were already some semi-prepared dishes she had secretly used her mind to arrange during her morning work hours—washed and cut, ready to be cooked with just a quick stir-fry.
Using mental energy still drained her a bit, so she didn’t dare overdo it and only handled simple tasks.
She took the ingredients out and quickly made a dish of stir-fried chili peppers with cured pork and another of tomato scrambled eggs. In just a few quick steps, everything was done.
The rice had already been stored in her space in advance, so she just took it out and ate.
After lunch, she even had time to go back to her room for a short nap.
Life in this era was a bit hard due to limited supplies, but the pace was slow, and for factory workers especially, the pressure of life wasn’t too heavy.
With her space as support, Lin Qianyi was adapting quite well here.
After waking from her nap, she rode her small bicycle back to work.
Once she arrived at the office, she finished her own tasks first and didn’t rush to start the translation work.
As expected, near the end of the workday, the office director came over.
“Qianyi, the factory has already informed me. Once you finish your current tasks, you can focus on your translation work.”
The director looked at her with a more complicated expression—this girl was becoming more and more impressive.
“Alright, thank you, Director,” Lin Qianyi nodded.
As the director walked away, Wang Lan leaned over.
“Qianyi, what’s going on?”
“Engineer Xu asked me to help translate some documents. The director just came to inform me,” she replied casually. There was no need to hide it—everyone would know once she started working.
“Wow, Qianyi, you’re amazing—you even know how to do that?” Wang Lan exclaimed.
“My parents taught me,” Lin Qianyi smiled in explanation.
“No wonder,” Wang Lan said, suddenly understanding.
Everyone in the factory knew her parents had been senior engineers, so it wasn’t surprising.
“So you’ll be busy now,” Wang Lan said with a bit of sympathy. She had previously been very free, finishing her small workload quickly and then having nothing to do.
“Not really,” Lin Qianyi replied. She actually welcomed having something to do—she was too bored anyway, and she could even earn extra money.
“Qianyi, want to go shopping after work? There are new things at the supply store,” Wang Lan invited her.
“I won’t go. I don’t need anything, and I don’t feel like moving,” she declined.
Indeed, she didn’t need anything. There was already a pile of food at home that Meng Junchuan had bought for her.
“Alright then,” Wang Lan said, not caring much. She knew Lin Qianyi rarely went out of the machinery factory anyway.
The factory had complete living facilities, including a small supply point for groceries and daily necessities. Even if you never left, life could still go on. There was also a canteen if you didn’t want to cook.
After work, Lin Qianyi went straight home.
She took out some fabric and planned to make a few clothes.
The materials had been sitting there for a while; the factory often issued fabric as part of employee benefits.
The original owner had been very low-key these past years and hadn’t made many new clothes, so she kept wearing the same old ones until they were worn out.
Lin Qianyi planned to gradually replace them. The old clothes wouldn’t be wasted either—she could cut them into scraps for patchwork.
If it were up to her, she would have simply thrown them away, but people in this era were very frugal and wouldn’t accept waste, so she had to go with reuse.
Still, this kind of “waste utilization” was nothing difficult for Designer Lin.
Before starting work, she ate dinner first.
Sometimes she cooked outside, sometimes inside her space—alternating to be safer.
She took out some chicken wings she had secretly marinated before work and placed them on a baking tray, then put them into the oven with a timer set.
She put a pot of water on the stove to make vegetable mushroom soup later.
From the employee canteen, she brought back a steamed bun, sliced it thickly, dipped it in egg mixture, and pan-fried it in oil until golden.
She had learned this from a housekeeper in her previous life—it turned out delicious, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.
The soup began boiling, so she added washed vegetables and mushrooms, then went back to flip the chicken wings.
She returned to finish frying the bun slices. Once the soup was ready, she seasoned it and poured it into a bowl, placing it on the table.
The bun slices were also arranged neatly. Just as everything was done, the oven “dinged.”
She took out the chicken wings and began enjoying her meal.
The wings were perfectly roasted—crispy on the outside, tender inside, well-seasoned. Paired with the light soup and soft fried bun slices, it was a satisfying dinner.
After eating and cleaning up, she went to her workspace to make clothes.
Clothing was easy—there weren’t many styles required. She simply added a few small design touches: some patchwork, pleats, waist shaping, slightly adjusted hip lines for pants, all subtle enough not to stand out.
Collars, pockets, and cuffs could also have small decorative changes.
This was no challenge for her. Soon, she finished a simple, elegant outfit suitable for the era.
There was no rush—she worked slowly over time instead of finishing everything at once.
She rummaged through her workspace and storage room and found quite a lot of fabric, though in small quantities and many varieties.
Some wouldn’t even be usable in this era, but others could pass without anyone noticing.
There were plain cottons, coarse fabrics, and corduroy that could still be used.
Still, it didn’t matter much. She had plenty of inner garments in her room that she could wear secretly, especially in autumn and winter.
Many of her old clothes were designed by herself—simple and elegant—and could be altered to fit the current era.
She quickly pulled out a few pieces and started modifying them, ensuring she wouldn’t lack clothes anymore.
But she would take it slow, gradually changing things so people wouldn’t notice too much at once.
A girl in love becoming more fashionable was something people could easily understand.
She also used fabric scraps to make a tablecloth.
After finishing everything, she went to take a relaxing bath in her comfortable bathtub, then left the space and went to sleep.
……
The next day at work, Lin Qianyi finally entered a less boring phase.
After finishing her routine tasks, she took out the documents from Engineer Xu and began translating them.
The material was relatively simple and not too technical. Whenever she wasn’t sure, she marked it down for later review.
She planned to study more technical books at home in the future to improve her accuracy.
Everyone in the office already knew she was helping with translations, so no one disturbed her.
However, their gaze toward her became more complex—though still respectful and impressed.
They all felt this girl was becoming increasingly remarkable.
The document was short and simple, and she finished it quickly.
Before the end of the workday, she took the completed translation to Engineer Xu’s office.