The Perils of Normalcy

It had been one full day since the family of ultimate rulers had arrived on Earth to live their "normal" life. They had already encountered their first challenge: a group of overly eager mortals determined to invite them to a "welcome feast." Of course, their misunderstanding of what a "normal" family wanted led to an unprecedented disaster.

The mortals, unknowingly, had offered Son-Wu San and his family a meal prepared by a chef with questionable skills. The dishes were... disastrous. None of the food tasted anything like it should have. The soup was too salty, the meat tasted strangely sour, and the dessert had somehow managed to be both burnt and raw at the same time.

Son-Wu San, ever the polite ruler, maintained a calm demeanor. But behind that calm, something was bubbling. Just the faintest hint of cosmic power crackling in the air. His hand subtly twitched, and the assistant's voice echoed in his mind, "Please, Lord Son-Wu San, do not upset the balance of the mortal realm."

But it was too late.

Xian Long, his mischievous five-year-old, was already on the case. "It tastes bad, daddy," he said with a scrunched-up face, holding his spoon as if it were a weapon. "Can I blow it up?"

Xian Xue, her seven-year-old innocence already bordering on terrifying, turned to her brother with wide, excited eyes. "We can make it better that way!"

"Oh no," Son-Wu San muttered under his breath, glancing at his wife. Li-Yan Mei gave him a knowing look, warning him with her eyes. He sighed, holding his hand out to stop the chaos before it could escalate further.

"Stop," he said gently. "We are trying to be normal. This will not end well if we do what you're thinking."

"But... daddy!" Xian Long protested, but even he could sense that his father was serious. The air was thick with something otherworldly, something so powerful that it could cause an eruption—literally.

Li-Yan Mei took a deep breath, her hand gently brushing her son's hair. "Let's just eat the food, alright? It's... not that bad."

And so, they tried. The dinner was filled with awkward silence, broken only by the occasional cough or forced smile as they tried to choke down food that no one in the universe would ever wish to eat again. Son-Wu San's fingers twitched again, and the assistant sent him a warning, "Lord Son-Wu San, please."

But just then, the door to the dining room creaked open.

A mortal entered. Not just any mortal—a young man dressed in a lavish silk robe, his face pale with anxiety. His name was Xu Wei, the youngest son of one of the richest families in the region. He had been assigned the task of ensuring that the family's "normal" evening wasn't disturbed. He had prepared an extravagant banquet and now, standing before them, he realized, with horror, that his attempts to please them had utterly failed.

"Lord Son-Wu San, I—" Xu Wei began, but his words caught in his throat as he saw the scene before him. Xian Xue was trying to pour her bowl of soup into her brother's lap, while Xian Long was attempting to use his spoon as a makeshift rocket.

"Is there something wrong?" Xu Wei asked hesitantly, his voice faltering as he took a nervous step forward.

Son-Wu San, with an expression of pure restraint, looked at him and smiled. "Not at all. We are just... enjoying our dinner."

There was a long pause. Xu Wei blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what he was witnessing. A perfect family— the perfect family, the one that ruled everything in existence—sitting in a modest home, eating what could only be described as an atrocity of cooking, while the children wreaked havoc.

He swallowed hard.

"Oh," he said, after what felt like an eternity. "Then... um, might I offer you a new set of delicacies to try? I'll... I'll make sure everything is perfect this time. I can bring the best chefs, the finest ingredients—"

"Ah, no need," Son-Wu San said with a wave of his hand. "This is fine. We'll stick with... normal."

Xu Wei stood frozen, his mind attempting to process the absurdity of it all. A cosmic ruler of infinite power, a family capable of ending all existence with a thought, and here they were, casually discussing dinner as if they were just another group of mortals.

The assistant's voice flared again, "Lord Son-Wu San, we must address the issue. The balance of the multiverse cannot tolerate any more disturbances. Please do not destroy this world."

Son-Wu San felt the tension in the air—he could feel the cosmic balance shifting, threatening to crack under the weight of his family's actions. But deep down, a small part of him found the whole situation oddly... amusing.

He exchanged a look with Li-Yan Mei, who was doing her best to suppress a grin.

"Alright," Son-Wu San said, standing up and brushing a few crumbs from his robe. "Let's head outside for a moment. I'm sure there's no need for more... accidents tonight."

As they moved toward the door, the children obediently followed, Xian Long twirling in circles as he pretended to wield a sword made of chicken bone.

Xu Wei stood by the door, mouth agape. "Wait, but... I'll get you a new feast! The finest delicacies from all over!"

Son-Wu San turned, offering a smile that was both calm and a little too mischievous. "No need. We're fine... for now."

As they stepped outside, the sky was still and calm. But just for a moment, something shifted. An ancient power, something deep in the Earth's crust, trembled. The slightest ripple of energy pulsed through the atmosphere.

The assistants of the multiverse were watching. The gods of distant realms were holding their breath. And the family, utterly oblivious to the chaos they had just unleashed, strolled casually under the stars, completely unaware that the multiverse was starting to tremble at the mere thought of them.