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Chapter 164 Those who lack strength are only capable of jealousy.

The young translator at the next table peeked over. Her name was Xiao Zhou. When the director introduced her that morning, her eyes were bright like a little deer's.

An Min had just nodded when Liu Yan came in from outside, carrying a bag, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

"Xiao Zhou, let's go."

She glanced at Anmin, her tone laced with disdain: "Some people are probably going to eat their lunch here by studying documents."

Xiao Zhou smiled awkwardly, gave An Min a helpless look, and quickly followed after her.

Anmin watched their retreating figures, then lowered her head to continue organizing her notes.

There's no need to get angry with irrelevant people. She's here to do business, not to argue.

Just as he was engrossed in watching, Andrei suddenly pushed the door open and came in, holding a thermos in his hand and looking anxious.

"Comrade Anmin, could you help me take a look at this? I feel like the dilution ratio written in the instructions is not right."

Anmin took the instruction manual he handed her; it was a photocopy in Chinese, and the writing on it was somewhat blurry.

She looked at the passage Andrei pointed out for a long time, then suddenly frowned: "The translation here is wrong. It's not 1:10, it should be 1:100."

"I'll tell you!"

"Those kids insisted I was wrong, but Comrade Anmin is much more insightful!"

As he was saying this, he was about to move closer to An Min when he suddenly remembered something, took a half step back, scratched his head, and chuckled.

"If Comrade Liang Yi knew I was always looking for you, would he be jealous?"

Anmin was amused by him and shook her head: "He won't, work is more important."

Even so, Anmin herself was not sure.

Just then, Liang Yi suddenly appeared at the door.

He was wearing a military uniform and carrying a toolbox on his shoulder, clearly having come directly from the workshop.

"Comrade Andrei, are you bullying my wife?"

Andrei shuddered in fright, waving his hands repeatedly while holding up his thermos: "No, no! Comrade Anmin was helping me read the instruction manual, she's amazing!"

Liang Yi walked over and naturally put his arm around An Min's shoulder. His gaze fell on her open notebook, and a smile instantly appeared in his eyes: "It seems my wife is adapting well."

Anmin looked up at him, the sunlight falling on his angular face, and suddenly felt at ease.

"How did you come?"

"I'm bringing you lunch."

Liang Yi took an aluminum lunchbox from his toolbox, opened it, and inside were two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a plump white steamed bun. "Sister Wang said you didn't bring lunch this morning, so she asked me to bring it to you."

Andrei, watching from the side, clicked his tongue in amazement: "Comrade Anmin, you're getting such good treatment! I can only eat black bread for lunch."

Liang Yi raised an eyebrow: "Who told you you don't have any family?"

An Min smiled and gave him a push, taking the lunchbox from him: "Go to work quickly, don't delay things."

Liang Yi squeezed her hand, then spoke a few more words about work with Andre before turning to leave.

An Min watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, then lowered her head to eat a mouthful of rice. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Liu Yan standing at the door, staring at the lunchbox in her hand with an unpleasant expression.

She ignored him and continued eating.

The dishes were made by Sister Wang. The braised eggplant was stewed until it was soft and tender, and there was also scrambled eggs, both of which are her favorites.

It seems that Liang Yi secretly gave Sister Wang a lot of money.

Sister Wang is such a kind person; she not only takes care of their children but also cooks for them.

But she can't keep bothering people like this, so she needs to think about whether she can find someone to take a look.

The technical discussion in the afternoon went very smoothly.

Anmin sat next to Andrei as his translator. The Soviet experts spoke rapidly in Russian, interspersed with various industry jargon.

However, she could accurately translate everything into Chinese, and when she encountered unfamiliar mechanical terms, she could even provide a more accessible explanation by referring to the drawings. Sitting opposite her, Liu Yan became increasingly restless as she listened, her pen scribbling across her notebook, but she barely wrote anything down.

When it was her turn to translate, she was clearly flustered, and Anmin had to quietly remind her several times to continue.

As the meeting adjourned, the director patted An Min on the shoulder and said, "Comrade An Min, you did a good job!"

Just as An Min was about to say something modest, Liu Yan suddenly said sarcastically, "Yes, Comrade An Min is not only good at Russian, but also has a good memory. He can even remember what others remind him of so clearly."

An Min looked up at her, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Sister Liu, you flatter me. After all, I majored in Russian, unlike some people who seem to have forgotten everything they learned in college."

These words struck a nerve with Liu Yan. She had gotten into the translation station through connections, and her Russian language skills were already weak. At this moment, An Min's words left her speechless, her face turning red.

Andrei, who was listening nearby, was amused and said to Anmin in Russian, "Your fighting ability is even better than Comrade Liang Yi's."

Anmin didn't reply, and walked towards her desk after tidying up her documents.
The setting sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows on the floor.

She knew this was just the beginning, and her days at the translation station would likely be anything but leisurely.

But she wasn't afraid. She looked down at the words she had written in her notebook, each stroke revealing her earnestness.

After getting off work in the evening, Anmin bought groceries and made fried eggplant fritters and braised pork at home. She packed half of the food and delivered it to Sister Wang.

When we arrived at Sister Wang's house, Sister Wang was feeding Si'an.

Si'an is very well-behaved; Shouye has already eaten and fallen asleep.

The two boys from Sister Wang's family were lying in front of Si'an, staring intently at her, and calling her "little sister."

They looked as if they wished Si'an were their sister.

"Sister Wang."

Anmin knocked on the door and went inside.

When Sister Wang turned around and saw it was her, she put half a spoonful of porridge into Si'an's mouth with her small spoon and smiled as she ushered her into the house: "Come in quickly, I was just talking about you."

Anmin placed the food box on the table and bent down to touch Si'an's little face.

The little girl, with porridge in her mouth, mumbled "Mommy" and stretched out her little arm towards her.

Wang Dajie's second son came over, pointed at the food box, and swallowed hard: "Aunt Anmin, is this fried eggplant stuffed?"

"Little Tiger's nose is really sharp."

Anmin lifted the lid of the box, and the golden eggplant box was steaming.

"I saved these for you guys. Have your mom heat them up later."

Sister Wang wiped her hands on her apron and took the bowl from An Min: "You always bring us things, child."

She slipped a roasted sweet potato into Anmin's hand.

"I roasted them while I was tending the fire this afternoon, and they're very sweet."

Anmin held the warm sweet potato in her hands, watching Si'an giggle as Xiao Hu amused her, and her heart softened.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sister Wang, I'd like to discuss something with you."

"You said."

Sister Wang was wiping Si'an's mouth.

"Liang Yi and I are both busy, so Si'an and Shouye are always troubling you..."

"I was thinking, could we hire a nanny? Do you know of any suitable ones nearby?"

Sister Wang paused for a moment, then waved her hand: "Why bother finding a nanny? I'm doing just fine with her. Si'an is close to me, and Shouye is well-behaved, so it won't be a hassle."

"But you still have two boys to take care of..."

"Whether you bring three or five, it's all the same."

Sister Wang smiled so much that fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Whether you're herding one sheep or a flock of sheep, what's the difference?"