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

"Master, what are you thinking about? Are you alright?" The purple elf's voice came again.

Ruan Mumu, who was immersed in ecstasy, was pulled back to reality by this sudden sound.

Despite her displeasure, she suppressed her annoyance and politely replied, "Dear Miss Purple Elf..."

"Pah, pah, pah... What 'Miss'? I'm a space spirit, a tall, mighty, and domineering super handsome guy."

The familiar robot voice, tinged with annoyance, rang out again.

"Hahahaha..." Ruan Mumu couldn't help but burst into laughter, tears almost streaming down her face.

"Let me see what you mean by tall, mighty, and domineeringly handsome!"

"Aaaaaah..." Mr. Purple Elf, who was so angry that he was jumping up and down, was helpless against Ruan Mumu and could only shed tears in secret.

After a while, the scene became unusually quiet, and Ruan Mumu felt a little uncomfortable.

So he cautiously asked, "Alright, Brother Purple Elf, could you please tell me what special functions this space has?"

However, all he received in response was deathly silence.

Ruan Mumu suddenly remembered her injured forehead and reached out to touch it gently. However, the moment she touched it, a piercing pain struck her.

The pain made her wince, and she cursed the heartless old woman in her heart.

Not receiving a response from the purple elf, Ruan Mumu decided to try leaving her familiar room.

When she opened the door, the scene before her astonished her—everything outside was exactly the same as the environment she was familiar with when she died!

Ruan Mumu pondered to herself: Could it be that my space is that villa in our countryside?

If that's the case, then the many items in my home should be enough to meet my daily needs.

Perhaps this means that even if I transmigrate to this impoverished new home, I won't face starvation?

To verify her guess, Ruan Mumu moved to a room on the first floor.

She clearly remembers that at the bottom of the wine cabinet in the hall, there was a commonly used medicine box, and Aunt Wu would always keep various commonly used medicines in it.

I wonder if that first-aid kit is still safely in its original place?

With anticipation, Ruan Mumu opened the cabinet door as she always had.

Sure enough, the medical kit lay there quietly, like a loyal servant who had been waiting for its master for a long time.

Ruan Mumu took out alcohol from the medical kit, along with Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine) and cotton swabs.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I carefully removed the medicine packet from my forehead, preparing to disinfect it with alcohol.

As soon as the cotton swab touched the injured area, a sharp pain made Ruan Mumu gasp.

That fucking hurts!

He silently cursed the old hag's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Despite the intense pain, Ruan Mumu finally cleaned the wound and then sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao powder on it. Because she could only do this standing up, a lot of the powder spilled out.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Ruan Mumu tied the medicine bag back up.

Ruan Mumu went to the table again, rummaged through the medicine box to find anti-inflammatory medicine, and then turned her gaze to the pot of boiling water on the dining table.

The pot of water still seemed to be emitting wisps of steam, as if it had just been boiled.

Ruan Mumu reached out and picked up the teapot, tilted it gently, and poured out a cup of steaming hot water.

She touched the cup with her fingertip and found that the water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

So she swallowed the anti-inflammatory pill without hesitation.

After all, she couldn't afford to gamble with her health. If a tetanus shot couldn't be administered immediately, then taking some anti-inflammatory medication would be a necessary measure.

Ruan Mumu couldn't help but marvel at how thoughtfully the space was designed, even considering small details like providing hot water and maintaining a suitable temperature.

Thinking about this, a feeling of satisfaction welled up inside her. This sudden serious illness, in exchange for this space, wasn't it a kind of compensation for her?

Just then, Ruan Mumu's stomach made a "gurgling" sound.

Last night, Ruan Mumu only drank a bowl of light porridge. Now, she finally realized that she was starving.

So she walked briskly into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with all kinds of ingredients, fresh vegetables, tender meats, and everything else imaginable.

She was secretly grateful for Wu Ma's thoughtfulness and care, as well as her hardworking habits. With these foods to replenish her energy, she would not suffer from hunger during her illness.

Ruan Mumu took out the beef, cut it into strips, sprinkled it with seasonings and marinated it. Then she started cooking noodles, while washing the vegetables. After about ten minutes, a steaming bowl of beef noodles was ready.

Smelling the delicious and fragrant aroma, Ruan Mumu felt as if she hadn't eaten for two centuries.

He sat down and wolfed down a bowl of noodles in just two minutes, making full use of the incredible speed he had developed during his military academy training.

After finishing her noodles, Ruan Mumu cleaned up the kitchen. Touching her bloated belly, she silently walked towards the door.

Seeing that the rice fields outside had all been harvested, I wanted to go outside to digest my food.

As she took her first step to leave, the door seemed to be blocked by an invisible net.

I couldn't take a step; it just felt like I'd kicked something.

Ruan Mumu tried to bump into it with force, but after several attempts, she only felt as if she were hitting cotton. She was not injured, but she could not break through this barrier.

"Master, stop, stop, stop! Don't waste your energy. You can't get out now," the robot's voice rang out again.

Upon hearing this voice, Ruan Mumu immediately became angry: "What's it to you? Can't I practice my skills?"

The purple elf burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Ruan Mumu asked irritably.

"Master, your level is not high enough yet. Once you reach the required level, you will be able to walk out of this gate. Hahaha..." The purple elf's voice gradually faded away.

Ruan Mumu wanted to ask something more, but no matter how she called out, there was still no response. She was so angry that she wanted to drag the purple elf out and beat her up.

"Master, you can't touch me, so you can't catch me either, so save your energy!" The annoying voice rang in Ruan Mumu's ears again, making Ruan Mumu so angry that she could only grit her teeth and vent her anger.

"Master, you should go back now. Summon me when you need anything. I'm going to rest now."

Ruan Mumu shouted, "Hey, don't go! You still haven't told me how to summon you."

No matter how much Ruan Mumu tried to summon the Purple Elf again by cursing in her mind, she could no longer hear the robot's voice.

Ruan Mumu sighed: What an arrogant guy. If I don't shut you up next time you show up, I'll change my surname to Zi.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, and worried about being discovered by her stepmother, Ruan Mumu silently thought, "Let's go back."

Then she felt herself lying on that wooden bed again, with her mother from this era lying next to her.