For others, time travel is a struggle between palaces and houses, but I only want to engage in scientific research and return to the modern era.
After finally digging a hole to trigger the thunder, the earthquake came and I fell into the hole along with myself.
When I opened my eyes again, I finally returned to my rental house.
Before I could get overjoyed, I saw my personal maid, Xiaoman, kneeling in the entrance hall, kowtowing to the light switch on the wall, and muttering, "Miss, is this the fairy world?"
I thought I was bringing a bastard full of feudal superstitions.
Later, she repaired my ripped jeans with the lost double-sided embroidery, won angel investment with her ancient method of making incense, and made the chief designer of the plagiarized foreign brand bow and apologize in public at the International Fashion Week.
I, a former social worker at a major Internet company, became her agent.
I thought I was teaching her about the world, but later I discovered that she was the one who taught the world what true Chinese aesthetics is.
