After time travel, share a space with your modern family.

Zhang Ping simply turned his head, and in just a few seconds, the bowl of ribs vanished into thin air as if by magic!

This bizarre scene was a terrifying experience for Zhang Ping.

However, such things were already commonplace in the eyes of the Ruan family and were not surprising.

Faced with her son's sudden question, the old lady was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Mom, you were serving pork ribs, weren't you? But where did they go?" Zhang Ping asked, full of suspicion.

Ruan Haohao, who was standing nearby, quickly pressed Zhang Ping down and made him sit down, explaining with a smile, "Uncle, you must have seen wrong! Grandma clearly brought out vegetables just now. Don't think about it so much, just sit down and eat."

Ruan Haohao's words made Zhang Ping begin to doubt his own eyes. Could it be that he was seeing things?

Seeing the calm and composed expressions on everyone's faces, Zhang Ping felt that he must have misread the situation. Otherwise, the Ruan family would not have reacted so calmly to such a shocking event.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping suddenly didn't want to think about those things anymore.

The family sat down to begin their lunch.

Suddenly, another taro and braised pork dish disappeared from the dining table.

Zhang Ping noticed that the spot on the dining table where the taro and braised pork used to be was now empty, and he immediately became uneasy.

“I’m absolutely sure I’m not mistaken this time, the taro and braised pork belly is really gone.” Zhang Ping’s face turned very ugly.

Seeing everyone's calm expressions, he figured that this was something they were all used to, otherwise they wouldn't be so composed.

His voice immediately turned angry: "Do you know something?"

The people at the dinner table looked at each other, none of them daring to utter a sound, and the whole atmosphere became extremely tense.

"What big secret are you hiding from me? Speak up!" Zhang Ping finally couldn't hold back anymore, his tone becoming stern and angry, his brows furrowed tightly.

Seeing his uncle's serious expression, Ruan Haohao inwardly groaned, thinking that this matter would not be easily resolved without a reasonable explanation.

He turned to look at his grandmother and parents, only to find that none of them seemed inclined to explain, clearly wanting to leave the problem to him to solve.

Everyone is already seated at the table, and the food has been served. We can't just stop because of this, can we?

Ruan Haohao smiled helplessly and said softly to Zhang Ping, "Uncle, let's eat first! We can talk about it after we finish eating, okay? Qiqi can't go hungry."

Zhang Ping glared at Ruan Haohao, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes, but he suppressed his anger for the time being and said in a muffled voice, "Hmph, you little brat, don't think you can fool your old uncle."

After saying that, he continued to chew the rice in his mouth vigorously, as if he regarded every grain of rice as his enemy.

The people at this modern table ate their meal with their own thoughts on the matter, creating an unusually somber atmosphere.

However, they had no idea that the culprit that caused the food to disappear from the table was enjoying a delicious meal in their own yard.

The two foodies living in the Ruan family haven't strayed too far from Ruan Mumu these past two days, except when they're sleeping, for fear that she might not share any good food with them.

At this moment, besides the two dishes that Ruan Mumu had secretly brought over, the dining table was filled with various delicacies: the Haidilao self-heating hot pot was emitting an enticing aroma.

The brightly colored crayfish, ready to eat after heating, are mouthwatering.

The braised duck feet and snails is incredibly tempting...

The two foodies couldn't bear to stop eating, and they enjoyed their meal and beer immensely.

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"Tell me! What exactly are you hiding?" Zhang Ping sat on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed, his hands on his knees, his back straight, and his expression serious and solemn.

He looked sharply at his nephew Ruan Haohao sitting opposite him, his eyes revealing a hint of authority.

Liao Jiaqi was tired and went back to her room to rest.

At this moment, the old lady, Ruan Wanfu, and Zhang Yufang also sat quietly in the hall, remaining silent as if waiting for Ruan Haohao's answer.

Ruan Haohao took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Zhang Ping.

His eyes flickered with an indescribable expression, while also revealing a hint of nervousness.

He gritted his teeth and finally asked, "Uncle, do you believe that the souls of the dead go somewhere?"

Zhang Ping was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected Ruan Haohao to suddenly ask such a question.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and then said, "Those are just sayings to put the living at ease. When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out."

His voice was calm and firm, as if he had an absolute understanding of the world.

However, the few people sitting in the hall, apart from Zhang Ping, started looking at each other again.

There was an unreadable look in their eyes, as if they were conveying some kind of message.

"Uncle, you just saw it with your own eyes. The items suddenly disappeared without a trace. Do you think they went somewhere?" Ruan Haohao asked Zhang Ping.

"I'm wondering too, this doesn't make sense!" Zhang Ping said with an incredulous expression.

"Have you noticed any changes in Grandma?" Ruan Haohao asked mysteriously again.

"I saw it."

"Then can you guess whose masterpiece this is?" the old lady chimed in from the side.

Thinking about Ruan Haohao's previous questions and the unusual behavior of his own mother, Zhang Ping made a bold guess.

"Could it be... Mumu?" Zhang Ping asked, his mind becoming even more certain of the answer.

"Uncle, you're amazing! You guessed it right away." Ruan Haohao said with a smile.

The others also looked at Zhang Ping with admiration.

“Is it really Mumu? Isn’t she…” Zhang Ping’s words came to an abrupt halt.

"Uncle, Mumu's soul went to a certain place in ancient times, and she also obtained a treasure, which is that she can use some kind of power to return to this family."

However, she and we live in different worlds. Currently, we only have one chance to enter that space per month, and only those with direct relationships have the opportunity to enter.

"Where Mumu lives, there's something called the Spirit Spring Water. After my grandmother drank the Spirit Spring Water, her body seemed to become more than ten years younger." Ruan Haohao roughly told Zhang Ping about the current situation.

After hearing Ruan Haohao's words, Zhang Ping fell silent.

He never expected things to turn out this way.

If he hadn't happened to come here today and encountered this situation, he wouldn't know how long he would have been kept in the dark!

"You all get to spoil her, but you won't even give me, your uncle, a chance, hmph~" Zhang Ping said angrily.