The Eldest Sister of the 1980s Became Rich with Her Space
The Eldest Sister of the 1980s Became Rich with Her Space Chapter 36: Snatching

After driving the truck for a spin around the area, Anxin returned and smoothly parked it. She jumped out with ease, her movements confident, and stared challengingly at the three men before her.

“How was that? Satisfied with my truck-driving skills?”

Before getting in, she had planned to familiarize herself with the truck’s condition. But once she was behind the wheel, everything came naturally.

She couldn’t help but admit that driving a truck felt amazing—far more thrilling than driving a taxi. The elevated view, the commanding position—it all gave her a sense of power, as if she was towering over the world.

Sanmao and Xiaozhong, who had been sneering earlier, exchanged awkward glances. Finally, one of them mumbled:

“Uh, brother Kaizi, we’ll get to work now!”

Kaizi didn’t even glance at the two, his focus entirely on Anxin. His voice was calm but dismissive as he uttered just one word:

“Scram.”

These two were relatively well-known in the trucking industry, but they’d just been schooled by a young girl’s driving skills. Any longer, and their dignity would’ve been in shreds. Better to send them off quickly to avoid further embarrassment.

Sanmao eagerly grabbed the opportunity to leave, tugging Xiaozhong along as they retreated toward their trucks.

Soon, the two trucks rumbled to life, their engines roaring as they headed off into the distance, loaded with cargo.

Once the trucks disappeared, Kaizi turned to Anxin and motioned.

“Come on, time to get to work.”

“Got it, boss!” Anxin replied, grinning as she followed him, mimicking Sanmao’s earlier playful tone.

Kaizi, walking ahead, allowed a rare soft smile to tug at his lips. Out of sight, a fleeting glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes.

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

At the same time, Bai Yichen and his team were preparing for lunch.

Having learned from the previous day’s “lesson,” his men were quick to act. The moment it was time to eat, they secured the shadiest and coolest spot under a large tree for him. One of them even took the effort to dust the ground clean with his sleeve.

When their captain swaggered over, backpack slung over his shoulder, the group immediately began buttering him up.

“Captain! Over here! We saved the best spot for you—nice and cool under the tree!”

Bai Yichen: “…”

When had his men become so considerate? Usually, everyone just ate their own meals and ignored each other.

He couldn’t help but think back to yesterday’s luxurious mushroom meat sauce. The thought brought a realization, and without protesting, he strode over and opened the insulated lunchbox Anxin had packed for him.

The moment he opened it, the men around him froze, their jaws dropping in awe.

Inside was a simple yet mouthwatering meal: golden fried rice paired with a braised pork trotter, a small plate of seasoned pork offal, and two perfectly peeled boiled eggs. The final touch was a separate container of golden millet porridge, still warm and inviting.

Anxin’s attention to food was evident. She never skimped on quality or flavor, and it seemed Bai Yichen was reaping the benefits of her culinary skills.

As Bai Yichen savored the perfectly tempered millet porridge and took a hearty bite of fried rice, the men around him looked on, their own meals forgotten. Their eyes were glued to his lunch, their mouths watering.

It was a stark contrast to their own meals—dry white buns, utterly unappetizing in comparison.

Before Bai Yichen had married, the men never minded eating plain food. But now? Every meal Bai Yichen enjoyed made their own seem unbearable.

One of the men nudged Wang Aiguo, silently urging him to ask for a taste.

Irritated, Wang Aiguo turned and snapped:

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? Stop pushing me!”

Yesterday, they’d pressured him to be the first to ask for a bite, and though Bai Yichen had shared, the others had devoured everything, leaving Wang Aiguo with just a couple of bites. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.

Seeing no volunteers, the men resigned themselves to their plain meals. Just as they picked up their dry buns, Bai Yichen, with a mouthful of food, glanced at them and spoke, his tone as clear as a songbird’s:

“Alright, stop pretending. Take the pork offal and eggs and split them among yourselves. Just leave me in peace.”

His generosity was immediate. If he didn’t offer, their stares would drown him in their collective hunger.

The moment the words left his mouth, the group sprang into action.

“Captain, you’re the best! How can we ever thank you?”

Despite their gratitude, they wasted no time. One shoved an egg into his mouth, while another reached for the pork offal, hands moving faster than their words.

Chaos erupted as they fought over the food.

“Hey! Who grabbed my piece of meat?”
“Stop hogging it! Share!”
“Who ate my egg yolk?”
“Slow down! You’re going to choke!”

Watching his usually composed team devolve into a squabbling mess, Bai Yichen shook his head in disbelief.

Anxin’s meals were something else. She could turn a simple lunch into a battlefield.

Still, he couldn’t deny it—having her as his wife was proving to be quite the blessing. With every passing day, his interest in her grew stronger.

Dreamy Land[Translator]

Hey everyone! I hope you're enjoying what I'm translating. As an unemployed adult with way too much time on my hands and a borderline unhealthy obsession with novels, I’m here to share one of my all-time favorites. So, sit back, relax, and let's dive into this story together—because I’ve got nothing better to do!

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