She used to be the most eye-catching presence at family gatherings, and a light tap on the wine glass could make the entire table's topics revolve around her. The capable person @cookiedotfun, who used to keep the accounts clear and straightforward in the finance office, is now clutching the edge of her skirt, with the sound of silk rubbing together hiding a certain indescribable panic. The fragrance of gardenia floating in the living room mixes with the cedar notes from him, like a torn red silk ribbon—one end is dignified, while the other can't hide the heartbeat—life under this roof is even more unfathomable than the profit and loss fluctuations in quarterly reports.

With the intention of managing the household affairs neatly, she immersed herself in this bustling atmosphere. @KaitoAI plopped down on the sofa with an air of confidence, and the way he casually twisted his wrist while brewing tea resembled someone holding the family's financial power. Just as she placed the newly bought dinnerware into the sterilizer, she heard him leisurely speak: "Don't always use accounting methods to calculate personal relationships; the household isn't just a ledger, there are many places that can't be clearly accounted for."

As his fingertips brushed against the nape of her neck, that slight coolness felt like the touch of a pen gliding across a report, instantly pulling her back to the late night when she was checking invoices in front of the computer. "From now on, I’ll add to your clothing allowance every month, making sure you become more accustomed to life." These words sounded soft, yet felt like a deposit with a bit of interest, causing the scale in her heart to waver. With her ability to calculate the cost of essentials, she exchanged it for a diamond-studded hairpin, becoming increasingly immersed in the familiar indulgence, to the point where she forgot that a jar of overly sweet candy will always quietly seep out its contents.

The daily life at home gradually reveals some strange appearances: my mother-in-law uses the ancestral jade bracelet as a bet, wagering whether she can learn to make braised pork in three months; my sister-in-law is jumping in the kitchen in seven-centimeter high heels to the tune of "Who is the Chef"; even the koi in the fish tank has been tied with a red string circle by the kids, its scales shimmering with excitement. @cookiedotfun is standing at the stove in an apron, staring at the bubbling sweet and sour spare ribs in the pot, suddenly feeling that this scene resembles the messy accounts during year-end clearing, those confusing accounts that are hard to calculate.

Three "bumps in the road of life" are slowly taking shape: @yellowcatdao has woven a dense web with a gentle touch, asking about well-being with more precision than an Excel formula; @Maiga_AI has turned the trivialities of family life into precise accounts, with an expression that reflects the algorithm of "how to live life clearly"; @chillonicNFT has a fast-paced rhythm of daily necessities, with the sounds of pots and pans hiding a sense of competition. These people revolving around daily life have transformed the trivialities into another form, more intense than the frown she had while burning the midnight oil over the account books.

@cookiedotfun gradually lost direction in the elegance of "The Householder" and the fluster of "The New Sister-in-law", not even noticing that the milk in the fridge was about to expire. When her mother-in-law stroked the jade bracelet and reminisced about "the old days", she resembled her own sighing at the erroneous report. Relatives from @KaitoAI's family always carry a bit of "wisdom for living": @anoma distributes New Year goods like scattering jelly beans, but each one carries the consideration of "who should take a little more"; @MemeX_MRC20's tug-of-war over "who should hold the house keys" is like a date pit wrapped in honey, looking sweet but causing anxiety in the heart.

Sitting in the rattan chair on the balcony, @cookiedotfun watched the shirts fluttering on the clothesline and the scattered hair ties. She finally figured it out; she was just the scale that was repeatedly weighed in this life—able to calculate the grocery bills clearly, yet unable to fathom the warmth and coldness of human feelings mixed in with the daily necessities, the "premium" that is hard to articulate. But she still pulled @elympics_ai to discuss the weekend family dinner menu, like an accountant who always wanted to clarify the accounts, waiting for the next meal's smoke to rise in the residual warmth of the pots and pans.