The sun was shining brightly, and the weekend mornings always had a lazy feel to them. Su Nian sat cross-legged on the soft carpet in the living room, her laptop open in front of her. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her fingers paused as they typed on the keyboard, clearly engaged in a fierce battle with Calvin.

Xie Chen brought over a cup of freshly brewed, perfectly warm honey water and gently placed it beside her. He didn't disturb her, but quietly sat on the sofa next to her, picked up a book... "The Complete Collection of Home-Style Recipes," and began to study it with focused concentration, his serious demeanor no less than when he was analyzing the soul fragment model.

Su Nian looked up from the screen and caught a glimpse of the cookbook in his hand, which seemed completely out of place with his aloof and noble demeanor. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“Mr. Xie,” she tilted her head and teased, “which world-class problem are you planning to conquer today? Sweet and sour pork ribs or braised pork?”

Xie Chen looked up from between the pages of his book, his eyes gentle, with a hint of helpless indulgence after being teased: "I'm researching 'how to make the appearance of winter melon soup match its nutritional value'." He paused, then added, "When you drank the soup last night, you said it looked too bland."

Su Nian was taken aback. She had only said it casually, but he had taken it to heart and was trying to "solve" the problem with his almost obsessive seriousness. Her heart felt as if it had been gently brushed by a feather, and she felt completely soft and tender.

[Tsk tsk, host, your little one's learning ability is really maxed out! From rule definition to the appearance of winter melon soup, this crossover is so big that even the system's database can't keep up!] 088 was munching on the newly redeemed "virtual barbecue-flavored data stream" while complaining in her mind.

In search of inspiration (and to escape writing), Su Nian decided to go to the supermarket for a "soul shopping spree." Xie Chen, naturally, was like her most loyal shadow, putting down the recipe, picking up the car keys (he had quickly learned to drive and was so skilled that even an F1 racer would be speechless), and preparing to accompany her.

Before leaving the house, Su Nian habitually reached for her shopping list notebook, which was on the shelf in the entryway, but found it was gone.

"Looking for this?" Xie Chen took out the small notebook with a cute cat cover from his pocket and handed it to her.

Su Nian took it and casually asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

Xie Chen remained calm: "I've added some details."

Su Nian curiously flipped through the book and saw that under the original list of "milk, toast, fruit, hot pot ingredients," several lines of sharp, forceful handwriting had appeared:

· Exclusive to Su Nian:

• Determine the angle of sunlight shining on the sofa (optimal reading position)

• Monitor the city's air quality index (if it falls below "excellent", activate internal air purification).

• Pre-loaded updates from her frequently visited novel websites (to avoid having nothing to read when she gets writer's block)

• Check the real-time security situation around the publishing house (to rule out potential interference).

• Areas for learning/optimization:

• Enhance the visual appeal of winter melon soup (Suggestions: Add goji berries/carve it?)

• Research the threshold and frequency of "surprise" (to avoid excessive fright).

• Master at least three different fruit platter designs (both aesthetically pleasing and nutritionally sound)

• Understanding the social significance of "afternoon tea with girlfriends" and maintaining a safe distance

Su Nian stared at this "divine" shopping list, speechless and unsure whether to laugh or cry. This wasn't a shopping list; it was clearly a "Comprehensive Implementation Manual for Optimizing Su Nian's Living Environment and Maintaining Emotional Bonds"!

"You...you even have to plan this?" She pointed to the "threshold and frequency of surprises" item, and simply couldn't imagine how this ancient god who once ruled the rules could frown and analyze such emotional data as "surprise".

Xie Chen replied matter-of-factly, "Ensuring your level of enjoyment remains consistently high is my core responsibility. Data analysis helps with precise execution."

Su Nian: "..." Fine, you're handsome, so you're right.

In the supermarket, Su Nian pushed her shopping cart, weaving between the shelves, enjoying the ordinary pleasures of shopping. Xie Chen followed beside her, no longer scrutinizing and wary of everything as he had at the beginning, but still maintaining a high level of attention.

When Su Nian tiptoes to reach for a certain brand of potato chips on the top shelf, he will subtly reach out and easily take it for her, while also checking the production date.

When a salesperson enthusiastically offered him a sample of yogurt, he would take it first and taste it with remarkable ease (his movements were as elegant as if he were savoring a divine brew). After confirming that the taste was acceptable and the temperature was just right, he would hand it to Su Nian and politely nod to thank the salesperson, although his gaze still made the salesperson dare not say anything more.

When Su Nian stood in front of the ice cream counter, hesitating between chocolate and strawberry flavors, he would calmly pick up the tub that her gaze lingered on longer and say, "We can try the other one next time, or we can buy them both now."

"No," Su Nian said, regaining her senses and stopping his hand as he reached for the other bucket. "Eating too much will give you a stomachache."

Xie Chen readily agreed to let it go, but his eyes clearly said, "I'm here so you won't be in pain." Nevertheless, he respected her decision.

When they were paying, the cashier looked at the snacks in their car that clearly exceeded a week's worth (most of which were taken by 088 at their urging and by Su Nian on a whim), and then at the exceptionally elegant Xie Chen, and couldn't help but smile and say to Su Nian, "Your boyfriend really spoils you."

Su Nian blushed, and before she could speak, Xie Chen had already earnestly corrected her: "It's husband." At the same time, he took out their "legal" marriage certificate in this world (as for how the certificate came about, Su Nian chose not to delve into it).

Cashier: "..." While being force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), she felt that this handsome guy was taking it a little too seriously.

On the way home, the setting sun painted the sky a warm orange. Su Nian, clutching her overflowing "trophies," hummed a cheerful tune. Xie Chen, carrying shopping bags in one hand and holding her hand in the other, listened to her off-key little song, his eyes filled with tenderness.

“Xie Chen,” Su Nian suddenly remembered something and shook his hand, “Let’s watch a movie tonight? Let’s watch that new comedy that just came out.”

"Okay." He nodded.

"You didn't secretly use your divine power to see the ending ahead of time again, did you?" Su Nian squinted at him suspiciously. It was the same last time; when she was crying her eyes out, he calmly handed her tissues and even accurately predicted her next tearful moment.

Xie Chen paused for a moment, then said frankly, "...I've read the synopsis and rating. The ending is happy, so you can watch it without worry."

Su Nian was both annoyed and amused, but her heart was warmed. He had even considered the possibility that she might be saddened by the tragic ending of the movie and had eliminated this "risk" in advance.

At night, only a few warm yellow wall lamps were on in the living room, and a funny movie was playing on the projection screen. Su Nian nestled on the sofa, hugging a soft cushion, laughing so hard she almost fell over.

Xie Chen sat beside her, not fully engrossed in the movie; most of his attention remained on the girl beside him. He would gently pull up the blanket that had slipped off her when she laughed; he would hand her the bucket of popcorn before she reached for it on the coffee table; and he would subtly hold her hand when a slightly scary scene appeared in the movie (even comedies inevitably have moments of humor and fright).

As the movie ended, the end credits song began to play melodiously.

Su Nian stretched contentedly, like a lazy cat, and nestled into Xie Chen's arms.

"That's wonderful," she murmured.

"What's so good?" Xie Chen put his arm around her and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

“Such ordinary days are so good.” Su Nian closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and security of his embrace. “There are endless manuscripts to write, endless supermarkets to visit, endless movies to watch, and…” She raised her head and placed a kiss on his lips with the sweet smell of popcorn, “…you who will always eliminate all ‘risks’ for me in advance.”

Xie Chen's heart softened completely because of that kiss and those words. He tightened his arms, holding the treasure he had regained, the one who had determined the meaning of his entire existence, even more tightly.

“For me,” he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with the tenderness and contentment that had settled from the ancient galaxy, “this is no ordinary day.”

"This is... an eternal miracle that I obtained by using all my luck and strength."

Outside the window, thousands of lights shine, and the world bustles with activity.

Inside the window, the god embraces his entire world, willingly immersing himself in this mundane yet warm human world, year after year, until eternity.

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Postscript (Mini-Theater):

One day, Su Nian discovered that 088 was secretly recording "Observation Log of Gods and Humans".

Excerpt:

• Log number: 088-Happiness-001

• Subject of observation: Xie Chen (Former ancient god, now a good family man)

• Behavior record: Spending three hours using micro-divine power to guide light, humidity, and wind, just to cultivate a rose on the balcony with petals that resemble the curve of Su Nian's smile.

• Analysis Conclusion: This behavioral logic cannot be explained by any known AI model, and the energy consumption and output efficiency are severely mismatched. It is recommended to classify it as a redundant expression of "love".

• Note: But the host smiled when they received the flowers, so... conclusion pending? (Silently redeeming a bag of "dog food" flavored data stream and starting to devour it)