Lin Wanqiu leaned on Shen Tingzhou's shoulder, the faint scent of soap wafting from him filling her nostrils, her heart overflowing with warmth. She remembered when she first transmigrated, she had nothing, suffering endless humiliation in her in-laws' home with her frail Nian'an, unable to even get a decent meal. It was the space that gave her hope, it was Shen Tingzhou's appearance that gave her support, and now, having unlocked new skills, she felt she was getting closer and closer to her goal of achieving a comfortable life.

“I’ll try to repair the noodle press tomorrow,” Lin Wanqiu said, looking up with a determined glint in her eyes. “That machine has been acting up lately; the noodles it presses sometimes break. I’ll go check if it’s a gear problem. If I can fix it, we can save a lot of money and get more orders.”

Shen Tingzhou nodded and reached out to touch her hair: "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. But you've just learned the skill, so take it slow and don't tire yourself out." He knew that Lin Wanqiu was serious about what she did, and once she decided to do something, she would devote herself to it wholeheartedly. He was worried that she might hurt herself because she was too eager.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Wanqiu woke up. She got up quietly, careful not to wake Shen Tingzhou and Nian'an. After washing up, she went straight to the workshop. Pushing open the door, a familiar aroma of flour wafted towards her. The dough press stood quietly in the corner of the workshop, its silver body somewhat mottled, revealing the dark red sheet metal inside, like a weathered old man, silently witnessing the workshop's growth.

Lin Wanqiu walked to the noodle press and, using the knowledge she had learned from her spatial storage, carefully examined its appearance. She noticed that some screws on the side of the machine were loose, and the conveyor belt was worn; these could be the cause of the noodles breaking. She took out her repair tools from her spatial storage, placed them on the wooden table beside her, and then picked up a wrench to begin tightening the loose screws. The wrench was the perfect size; she gripped it, applied a gentle wrist pressure, and the screws were tightened securely without any effort—in the past, she might not have even been able to hold a wrench properly, let alone repair a machine.

Just as she was about to inspect the gears, Shen Tingzhou walked in, carrying a bowl of steaming millet porridge. "Have some porridge to tide you over. There's no rush to fix the machine." He handed the porridge to Lin Wanqiu, his eyes full of concern. Lin Wanqiu took the porridge, feeling a warmth in her heart. She took a sip, the sweet aroma of millet spreading in her mouth, dispelling the chill of the morning.

After finishing their porridge, Shen Tingzhou went to the noodle press and handed Lin Wanqiu the tools. Lin Wanqiu opened the machine's casing, revealing the gears and bearings inside. She carefully inspected each gear and found that one gear's teeth were slightly worn. Although not serious, it would definitely affect the pressing of the noodles. She took out a new gear from her storage space and, following the method she had learned, carefully removed the old gear and installed the new one. Shen Tingzhou helped by holding the machine to ensure it wouldn't wobble while she operated it.

After installing the new gears, Lin Wanqiu inspected the conveyor belt and found that it was severely worn and needed to be replaced. She took out a new conveyor belt from her spatial storage, and together with Shen Tingzhou, carefully removed the old conveyor belt and installed the new one. The whole process went very smoothly, without any difficulties, as if she had done it countless times before.

After everything was ready, Lin Wanqiu plugged in the power and pressed the start button. The noodle press made a "humming" sound, more stable than before, without the previous noise. She poured in the right amount of flour, pressed the pressing button, and saw snow-white noodles slowly emerge from the other end of the machine, uniform in thickness, without a single break, like white ribbons, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.

"We did it!" Lin Wanqiu shouted excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy. Shen Tingzhou smiled too. He walked to Lin Wanqiu's side, reached out and took her hand: "You're amazing! From now on, we'll be handling all the machines in our workshop." Lin Wanqiu looked at Shen Tingzhou, her heart filled with happiness. She knew this was just the beginning. With basic mechanical repair skills, she could help the workshop solve more problems, save more costs, and make their business increasingly prosperous.

Just then, the workshop door was pushed open, and the villagers came in one after another. Seeing that the noodle press was working normally and producing even noodles, everyone gathered around and asked all at once, "Comrade Wanqiu, is the noodle press fixed?" "It was working fine yesterday, how come it's working today?" Lin Wanqiu explained with a smile, "I found a small problem with the machine yesterday, so I tried to fix it, and I didn't expect it to actually work. From now on, if the machines in our workshop have any problems, we won't need to call outside repairmen anymore; I can fix them myself."

Upon hearing this, the villagers all showed expressions of surprise, and then they praised her one after another: "Comrade Wanqiu is so capable! Not only can she cook delicious food, but she can also repair machines. She is truly a capable person in our brigade!" "With Comrade Wanqiu here, our workshop will definitely get better and better!" Lin Wanqiu felt warm inside as she listened to the villagers' praise. She knew that her efforts had not been in vain. She had not only saved costs for the workshop, but also gained the recognition of the villagers.

Over the next few days, Lin Wanqiu used her basic mechanical repair skills to inspect the other machines in the workshop—the dough mixer, oven, and grinder—and found many minor problems, which she repaired one by one. She also taught the villagers some simple machine maintenance methods, such as regularly cleaning the flour inside the machines and lubricating the bearings, so that everyone could learn how to maintain the machines and reduce the occurrence of malfunctions.

By repairing the machines, Lin Wanqiu not only saved a lot on maintenance costs but also improved their operating efficiency, significantly accelerating the workshop's production pace. Orders that used to take two days to complete can now be finished in a day, allowing them to take on more new orders. When Director Wang from the supply and marketing cooperative came to inspect the workshop, he saw the machines operating normally and the production efficiency greatly improved. He praised Lin Wanqiu highly and even offered to sign a long-term cooperation agreement with them, allowing them to supply an additional 500 jin of pastries each month.

Lin Wanqiu knew that all of this was inseparable from the basic mechanical repair skills unlocked by the space. She became even more determined to make good use of the space skills, not only to run the workshop well, but also to lead her fellow villagers to prosperity, so that everyone could live a good life in this era of scarcity.

That evening, Lin Wanqiu and Shen Tingzhou sat under the lamp, checking the new orders together. Nian'an lay beside them, earnestly calculating their income with a small abacus. Watching this heartwarming scene, Lin Wanqiu felt a surge of happiness.