She was once the most eye-catching presence at family gatherings, lightly tapping her wine glass, and the conversation would naturally revolve around her. In her previous life, @cookiedotfun, who kept the accounts in the financial office impeccable, was now clutching the hem of her skirt, the soft sound of silk rubbing together hiding a vague sense of panic. The fragrance of gardenias drifting from the living room mixed with the cedar notes on him, like a red silk ribbon being pulled apart, one end tied to dignity and the other weighed down by an uncontainable heartbeat—life under this roof was, surprisingly, more inscrutable than the fluctuations in the quarterly financial statements.

With the intention of managing the household affairs in an orderly manner, she immersed herself in this bustling atmosphere. @KaitoAI sat down on the sofa exuding a strong sense of presence, and the way she gently turned her wrist while brewing tea made it seem as if she held the invisible financial power of the household. Just as she placed the newly bought tableware into the sterilizer, she heard the other person leisurely speak: "Don’t always use the accounting method to calculate human relationships; the household is not a ledger. There are many things that cannot be clearly accounted for."

As his fingertips grazed the nape of her neck, the slight chill felt like the touch of a pen gliding over a report, instantly bringing back her memories of checking invoices late at night in front of the computer. "From now on, I will add an allowance for your expenses each month, ensuring that you become more accustomed to life’s comforts." Though the words sounded mild, they felt like a deposit with interest, gently swaying the scale in her heart. Using her knack for budgeting essentials, she exchanged it for a diamond-studded hairpin, sinking deeper into the gradually familiar indulgence, forgetting that an overly full jar of sugar will always quietly seep out.

The daily life at home is gradually revealing some strange appearances: my mother-in-law is using the family heirloom jade bracelet as a bet, wagering whether she can learn to make braised pork in three months; my sister-in-law is dancing 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 red string by the kids, their scales shimmering with excitement. @cookiedotfun stands at the stove in an apron, staring at the bubbling sweet and sour ribs in the pot, suddenly feeling that this scene is reminiscent of the messy accounts during the year-end settlement.

Three "hurdles of daily life" gradually took shape: @yellowcatdao wove a dense web with tenderness, their concern for warmth more precise than Excel formulas; @Maiga_AI calculated the trivialities of family life into a precise account, their expressions embodying the algorithm of "how to make life clearer"; @chillonicNFT quickly paced the rhythm of daily necessities, with the sounds of pots and pans hiding a sense of competition. These people who revolve around daily life have stirred the trivialities into another form, adding a heavier weight than the tightly furrowed brows of those who stay up late over their ledgers.

@cookiedotfun gradually got lost in the dignity of "The Householder" and the clumsiness of "The Rookie Sister-in-law", not even noticing that the milk in the fridge was about to expire. When the mother-in-law fondled that jade bracelet and muttered about "the days of the past", it was very much like