A Billionaire CEO Brings His Child Home: The Awakening of the Stay-at-Home Dad System

While the dough was resting, Chen Hao took the opportunity to wash and chop the vegetables.

Separate the bok choy leaves one by one, wash the mud off the roots, and cut them into sections.

Crack the eggs into a bowl, whisk them with chopsticks, and add a pinch of salt.

Once the dough has rested, knead it again until the surface is smooth.

Sprinkle dry flour on the cutting board, roll the dough into a thin, large round sheet, and roll the rolling pin back and forth, changing direction every few rolls to make the rolled-out sheet evenly thick.

Stack them up, cut them into thin strips, shake them apart, and sprinkle with dry flour to prevent them from sticking together.

Pour oil into the pan and heat it up, then pour in the beaten eggs.

The egg mixture puffs up as soon as it hits the pan. Quickly scramble it with a spatula until it turns into golden-yellow pieces, then remove it from the pan.

Add more oil to the pot, add the chopped greens, stir-fry over high heat until the greens soften and darken in color, then add water and bring to a boil.

The water's boiling, time to add the noodles.

After putting the noodles into the pot, stir them with chopsticks to prevent them from sticking together.

After cooking for three minutes, the noodles floated to the surface, becoming translucent and glistening slightly inside.

Pour the scrambled eggs back into the pan, add salt, a little soy sauce for flavor, and a few drops of sesame oil.

[Ding! Vegetable and Egg Noodles Cooked Successfully, God-Level Cooking Skill Experience Points +126!]

The noodles are cooked, and I've served two bowls.

One bowl with a little more, one bowl with a little less.

The extra bowl had some chili oil added; it was for his own use.

The bowl that was missing wasn't filled; it was for Tingting.

He went into Tingting's room and sat down on the bed.

"Tingting, wake up," he said softly.

Shen Xiaoting shifted, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Sleep a little longer..."

Chen Hao smiled.

He leaned close to his daughter's ear and whispered something.

"Tingting, have you forgotten? Daddy promised to make you a fun toy yesterday."

Shen Xiaoting's eyes snapped open.

She sat up abruptly, her hair sticking out in a messy, frizzy mess on her head, looking like a little lion.

She rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse, not fully awake yet.

"What toy?" she asked.

Chen Hao kept everyone in suspense.

"You'll find out after you finish breakfast," he said.

"Daddy, tell me!" Shen Xiaoting tugged at her father's sleeve, swaying back and forth, pleading sweetly.

"Dad will make you a diabolo."

Shen Xiaoting tilted her head and frowned slightly.

"What is a diabolo?" she asked.

Chen Hao picked up his daughter and explained as he dressed her.

"The diabolo is a toy made of bamboo," he said.

"It's like a round wheel with an axle in the middle. You tie a rope to two sticks and loop the diabolo onto the rope."

With a pull and a tug, the diabolo spins on the string, making a "buzzing" sound, which is really fun.

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up.

She jumped off the bed and stood barefoot on the floor.

"I want to play!" she said. "Daddy, hurry up and do it!"

"I'll make it after I eat breakfast," Chen Hao said.

Shen Xiaoting went to the bathroom by herself, stood on a small stool, and squeezed toothpaste to brush her teeth.

She brushes her teeth very quickly, brushing up and down, left and right, in less than two minutes.

Then I washed my face, wet the towel under the tap, wrung it out, and wiped my face a couple of times.

The movements were twice as fast as usual.

After washing up, I ran to the dining table, climbed onto a small stool, picked up my chopsticks, and slurped up a mouthful of noodles.

The noodles were a little hot, so hot that she hissed twice, her little mouth opening and closing as she breathed out air, and then she couldn't wait to pick up a second bite.

While eating his noodles, Chen Hao mentally opened the system shop.

When I typed "bamboo strips" into the search bar, a row of products popped up.

"Bamboo weaving beginner: 100 popularity points; Bamboo weaving master: 1000 popularity points; Master bamboo weaving: 2000 popularity points."

He selected the last option without hesitation.

[Ding! 2000 popularity points have been used to exchange for a divine-level bamboo weaving skill!]

[Skill import in progress... Import complete.]

In an instant, a flood of information rushed into his mind.

Characteristics of various types of bamboo: moso bamboo, light bamboo, water bamboo, moso bamboo, and purple bamboo.

Moso bamboo has thick walls, making it suitable for making large items; light bamboo has good toughness, making it suitable for making fine bamboo strips; water bamboo has a delicate texture, making it suitable for making fine handicrafts.

The processing of bamboo strips—split bamboo, cut bamboo strips, scrape bamboo strips, and pull bamboo strips into strands—each step requires careful attention.

When splitting bamboo, you must cut along the grain and not deviate from it.

Splitting bamboo strips must be done in one go, without stopping midway.

When scraping bamboo strips, the surface must be smoothed out, without any burrs.

To make bamboo strips into fine, even strands, they must be drawn into uniform thickness.

Various bamboo weaving techniques – flat weaving, three-dimensional weaving, warp and weft weaving, and hexagonal weaving.

Flat weaving is suitable for weaving mats, three-dimensional weaving is suitable for weaving baskets, warp and weft weaving is the basic weaving method, and hexagonal weaving is more complicated.

He can "see" the entire process of a bamboo stalk from its raw state to its finished bamboo strips.

With each cut, he knew exactly how thick, how wide, and how texture the bamboo strip would split, as if it were imprinted in his mind.

After he finished eating his noodles, he put the bowl and chopsticks away in the kitchen and wiped his hands.

Turn on the live stream.

As soon as the live stream started, viewers flooded in, and the number of viewers exceeded 20,000.

The comment section suddenly became lively.

"It's open! Good morning, host!"

"What are we doing today? Swimming again?"

"Tingting is dressed so casually, what are you up to?"

Chen Hao sent a message using his mind.

Good morning. This morning I'll make a diabolo for Tingting to play with.

The comment section became even more lively.

"Diabolo! I played with it when I was a kid! Back then we called it a diabolo!"

"The diabolo is a childhood memory for me, the one the old men in the park played with?"

"Making a diabolo is quite difficult. It requires splitting bamboo strips, tying a frame, and applying glue to shape it. It's not something that can be done casually."

"The streamer even knows this? I don't believe it."

"The streamer used to be good at everything, so this shouldn't be a problem for him either."

"What is a diabolo? I've never heard of it."

"A traditional Chinese toy, made of bamboo and wood, that you pull on a rope to spin it and it makes a sound. It's a lot of fun."

Chen Hao took out a bamboo-cutting knife, saw, plane, sandpaper, measuring tape, and pencil from the tool room.

The bamboo-splitting knife was old, the blade was polished to a shine, and the wooden handle was oily from being soaked in hand sweat.

The saw is a fine-toothed saw, used for sawing bamboo.

The plane is a flat plane, used for scraping bamboo strips.

Sandpaper comes in coarse and fine varieties; coarse sandpaper is used for grinding, and fine sandpaper for polishing.

He took his daughter's hand and walked out of the yard, along the village road to a bamboo grove behind the village.

The bamboo is wild, growing on the hillside behind the village, unattended and uncut.

The old bamboo has turned yellow, and there is a layer of white powder on the bamboo stalks, with prominent bamboo nodes.

The bamboo shoots are lush and straight, with the husks still wrapped around the nodes, which fall off at the slightest touch.

He walked into the bamboo grove, patting this bamboo and tapping that one.

His god-level bamboo weaving skills were automatically triggered—the age, moisture content, fiber toughness, and whether or not there were insects in each bamboo stalk were all clearly visible in his mind.