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

The diabolo is finished.

Chen Hao picked up two bamboo sticks, each thirty centimeters long, a little longer than chopsticks.

A cotton rope, about 1.2 meters long, was tied to the end of the stick.

He looped the diabolo onto a string, and then wrapped the two ends of the string around the diabolo's axis twice, tightening it.

"Tingting, Daddy will teach you how to play with a diabolo. Watch carefully."

He pulled with his right hand and loosened with his left, the rope tightened, and the diabolo spun on the rope.

At first, it spins slowly, and you can see the shape of the diabolo as it spins round and round.

He quickened the pace of pulling, pulling fast with his right hand and releasing fast with his left, making the diabolo spin faster and faster until the shape of the wheels was no longer visible, only a blurry shadow.

It makes a buzzing sound, which gets louder and louder, like a bee flying in your ear.

He tossed it into the air, caught it with a rope, and continued spinning it.

Toss it up again, and catch it again.

The diabolo soared and tumbled under his control, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes left, sometimes right, as if it were under a spell.

Shen Xiaoting's eyes widened, and her mouth remained agape.

She watched the diabolo spin rapidly on the string, making a "buzzing" sound, and watched her father toss it up and catch it again. Her little head swayed up and down with the diabolo.

"Dad, you're amazing!" she said, her voice full of admiration.

Chen Hao stopped the diabolo and handed it to Tingting.

"Tingting, you give it a try."

"Dad will teach you."

Shen Xiaoting took the bamboo stick, held it with both hands, her palms slightly sweaty, and wiped them on the stick.

She attached the diabolo to the string and, imitating her father, pulled with her right hand and released with her left.

The diabolo wobbled, slipped off the rope, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and rolled to the corner of the wall.

"Dad, I can't pull it," Shen Xiaoting said, her little mouth pouting.

Chen Hao squatted down, took his daughter's hand, and guided her to do it.

Pull with your right hand and release with your left, applying even pressure and maintaining a steady rhythm.

He held Tingting's hand, pulling and releasing her repeatedly.

"The rope must be taut, not loose," he said. "The pulling force should be strong, and the loosening force should be balanced."

When the diabolo is spinning, both hands need to coordinate, pulling and releasing repeatedly.

[Ding! Diabolo tutorial completed. God-level bamboo weaving experience points +134!]

The diabolo slowly began to spin on the rope, not very steadily, swaying from side to side, but it was definitely spinning.

The buzzing sound was very soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito, thin and weak.

But it was indeed the diabolo singing.

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Dad! It's spinning! It's making a sound!" she shouted.

"Yes! Tingting has learned one step," Chen Hao said. "Keep pulling, don't stop."

Shen Xiaoting continued pulling, and the diabolo spun faster and faster, the "buzzing" sound growing louder and louder.

Her eyes were fixed on the diabolo, her little face was tense, her mouth was clenched, and her cheeks were puffed out.

The movements in his hands became more and more skillful, pulling and releasing, pulling and releasing, the rhythm becoming more and more stable.

The diabolo spun steadily on the rope, no longer swaying from side to side.

[Ding! Completed independent diabolo operation, God-level Bamboo Crafting Experience Points +138!]

"Tingting, you can try throwing it now," Chen Hao said.

"How do you throw it?" Shen Xiaoting asked.

"Lift both hands upwards at the same time, and the diabolo will fly up. Then catch it with the rope."

Watch as Dad does it once.

Chen Hao took the bamboo stick, gave it a gentle shake, and the diabolo flew up, about a meter off the ground.

He caught it steadily with the rope, and the diabolo continued to spin on the rope, making a continuous "buzzing" sound.

Shen Xiaoting imitated him, raising both hands upwards simultaneously.

The diabolo flew up, only twenty centimeters off the ground. She didn't catch it, and it fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then rolled away.

She ran over, picked it up, put it back on the rope, pulled it up, and threw it again.

He failed to catch it the second time either.

He still couldn't catch it on the third try.

"Dad, I can't catch it." Shen Xiaoting squatted on the ground, holding the diabolo, and looked up at Chen Hao.

"Tingting, don't rush. Learn to spin first, and then learn to throw," Chen Hao said. "Being able to spin is already quite impressive."

Shen Xiaoting squatted down, picked up the diabolo, put it back on the rope, and continued pulling.

She stopped practicing throwing and started practicing spinning.

With each pull and release, the diabolo spun more and more steadily in her hands, and the buzzing sound grew louder and louder.

She practiced for more than ten minutes, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she didn't stop.

Suddenly, she raised both hands upwards.

The diabolo flew up, this time higher than before, by more than half a meter.

With a twist of the rope, the diabolo landed steadily on the rope and continued spinning without stopping.

"Dad! I caught it!" Shen Xiaoting jumped up excitedly, tiptoeing and leaping upwards. "I can throw it now!"

The diabolo almost fell to the ground again, but she quickly tightened the rope and steadied it.

It was a flurry of activity, but I managed to stay calm.

"Tingting is amazing!" Chen Hao said. "She can spin and toss it in less than an hour! Tingting is the fastest learner of diabolo!"

Shen Xiaoting tossed it again.

This time it flew higher and caught more steadily.

She found her rhythm, and the timing and force of her upward lift were perfect.

The diabolo spun on the rope, making a "buzzing" sound. She grinned, her eyes narrowing into slits.

She became more and more skilled as she played, and the diabolo flew up and down in her hands. Although her movements were not as fancy as her father's, she had already mastered the basic spinning and throwing techniques very well.

She tried to toss the ball higher, caught it, tossed it again, and caught it again.

Sometimes she couldn't catch it and the diabolo would fall, so she would run over to pick it up, put it back on, and continue practicing.

Viewers in the live stream saw Tingting playing with a diabolo, and the chat was filled with praise, with words scrolling up densely.

"Tingting learns so fast, she can already throw and catch in such a short time."

My child has been learning for a week and still doesn't understand.

"Diabolo is much more difficult than you might imagine; many people can't learn it even after several days of practice."

Tingting learned it in less than an hour.

"It's not that Tingting is more talented, it's that the anchor taught her well."

The teaching is step-by-step, not too much at once. Learn to spin first, then learn to throw, ensuring each step is solid.

"Moreover, the diabolo made by the host is of really good quality. It spins very steadily and makes a crisp sound."

It's a hundred times better than the plastic diabolo you buy outside.

"The streamer's bamboo weaving skills are amazing. This diabolo would sell for at least several hundred yuan outside."

There are very few craftsmen left who can make diabolo.

"Tingting looks so cute playing with the diabolo. Her little face is all flushed, and she's sweating profusely but she's still playing."

Gifts started floating across the screen, one after another.

[“Mommy Loves Taking Care of Her Kids” gave away 10 hearts!]

[“Xiao Liu, the stay-at-home dad,” gave away 5 lollipops!]

[“Old Li the Bamboo Craftsman” is giving away 2 pairs of sunglasses!]

Shen Xiaoting ran around in the yard, the diabolo buzzing.

She ran and laughed, her laughter as clear and crisp as wind chimes, one string after another, making people feel comfortable.

She ran to the east side, and the diabolo made a sound there; she ran to the west side, and the diabolo made a sound there too. The whole courtyard was filled with her laughter and the buzzing of the diabolo.

Chen Hao sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the courtyard, one arm resting on his knee, watching his daughter play with a diabolo.

My daughter was covered in sweat from running, her hair plastered to her face, her cheeks rosy like a ripe apple.

She chased after the diabolo, which spun in front of her as she chased after it. When she caught up, she would pull it twice, making it spin even faster.

Chen Hao's lips were upturned, curved, and he couldn't let them fall.