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

"Why does the streamer seem to be making even smoother jokes now?"

"Same here! I didn't even feel the bump when we went over that pothole!"

"Hao-ge, have you secretly improved your driving skills?"

"That driving skill is absolutely amazing, it's so enjoyable to watch."

Chen Hao didn't reply, but just smiled slightly and continued driving.

The number of viewers in the live stream steadily increased, from over one hundred to over two hundred, and then to over three hundred.

The comment section is becoming increasingly lively, and the number of fans is also constantly increasing.

He glanced at the popularity score on the system panel—over 9,900, just a little short of 10000 points.

Just then, a gift floated across the screen—

[“Little Deer Fluttering” is giving away 1 glow sticks!]

Glow stick, 99 Douyin coins.

It was this glow stick gift that allowed him to achieve another accomplishment.

[Received a donation: 1 glow sticks, gained 20 popularity points!]

[Current popularity: 10001!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have accumulated 10000 popularity points!]

[Achievement Completed: In the Spotlight!]

[Achievement rewards are as follows—]

[1. God-level Culinary Skills: The host gains all the abilities of a top chef, including ingredient identification, knife skills, heat control, seasoning, and dish innovation. Any dish can be cooked to Michelin three-star standard.]

[2. Physical Enhancement Liquid × 1.]

[3. Charm value +5.]

Chen Hao's eyes lit up.

God-level culinary skills!

This skill came at the perfect time.

He was just thinking about cooking for his daughter when he got back to his hometown, but his cooking skills were only so-so.

I can only cook noodles, fry eggs, or make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. That's about my level.

He was worried that his daughter wouldn't like his cooking, but now the system has given him god-level culinary skills.

Michelin three-star level.

He's a programmer from a rural area, yet he can cook Michelin three-star level food.

Chen Hao was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on his face. He just glanced at his daughter in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Shen Xiaoting was still looking out the window, her little face filled with quiet anticipation, unaware that her father had become a culinary master.

The live stream chat was still flooded with comments. Chen Hao snapped out of his daze and replied to a few messages with his mind.

At this moment, a viewer posted a comment on the screen—

"Hey streamer, where exactly is your hometown? What's your name?"

As soon as this comment appeared, a string of comments followed—

"Ask the same question!"

"I want to know too!"

"The host mentioned the southern countryside earlier, where exactly is that?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment, then replied telepathically—

"My hometown is Fengshuping, a very small village in the south, surrounded by mountains, with a small river in front of the village."

The village is small, with about fifty or sixty households, most of whom share the surname Chen.

"Mapletree Flat? That's a lovely name."

"Why is it called Mapletree Flat? Is it because there are many maple trees?"

Chen Hao replied: "Yes, there is a mountain behind the village, covered with maple trees. In autumn, the whole mountain turns red, so it is called Maple Tree Plain."

When I was a child, I would go up the mountain every autumn to collect maple leaves and use them as bookmarks.

"So beautiful! Do you have a photo?"

"I want to go! Could the host film more scenes of Fengshuping?"

"This village name is so poetic!"

Chen Hao smiled and replied telepathically, "I'll take pictures and show you when I get there."

He continued driving.

After driving on the provincial highway for about forty minutes, the navigation system indicated that we should turn right two kilometers ahead to enter the rural road.

He turned on his right turn signal, slowed down, and turned into a narrower road.

The rural road is only two lanes wide, with no lane markings. The road surface is made of cement, but some parts are cracked and covered with thin weeds.

The scenery on both sides of the road is completely different from before—there are no more large trucks and dense buildings, but instead vast stretches of farmland.

Shen Xiaoting sat up straight in the car seat, her little face almost pressed against the car window.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed excitement. "What is that?"

Chen Hao glanced in the rearview mirror; she was pointing in the direction of a rice paddy.

The rice has grown very tall, lush and green, and when the wind blows, it ripples in waves.

"Those are rice paddies," Chen Hao said.

"Rice is planted inside. When the rice grows up, it produces rice grains, which are then peeled open to reveal the rice we eat every day."

Shen Xiaoting's eyes widened, and her mouth opened into a small "O" shape.

She had never seen a rice paddy; in her world, rice was just small, white grains scooped from a rice cooker.

She never imagined that rice grew on such green plants before turning into tiny white grains.

"So tall..." she murmured, "taller than me."

Chen Hao laughed: "Yes, it's taller than you. When the rice ripens, it turns golden yellow, and it looks especially beautiful."

Shen Xiaoting nodded and continued to stare out the window.

After a while, she called out again, "Daddy! What's that? The white one!"

Chen Hao glanced in the direction she pointed—several egrets were standing on the edge of the field, pecking at their food.

"Those are egrets, a type of bird," he said. "They're looking for insects to eat in the fields."

"So beautiful..." Shen Xiaoting's voice was filled with a pure, unadulterated amazement.

Viewers in the live stream also saw the farmland and egrets outside the window, and the chat section erupted in cheers.

"How beautiful! This is true pastoral scenery!"

"Egrets! I haven't seen them in ages!"

"This scene is so healing. After spending so much time in the city, seeing this kind of scenery really makes me want to cry."

"The anchor's daughter is so cute; she finds everything fascinating."

"This is how children first learn about the world, it's wonderful."

Chen Hao slowed down the car so his daughter could watch for a little longer.

The car drove slowly along the country road, the farmland on both sides receding into the distance, and occasionally a bird or two would fly up from the fields, drawing an arc in the sky.

Shen Xiaoting looked out the window for a while before turning her gaze to her father's eyes in the rearview mirror and asking softly, "Dad, how much longer until we get there?"

"A few minutes," Chen Hao said, "it'll be soon. Look ahead—"

He pointed ahead through the windshield.

In the distance, behind a field and trees, the outline of a cluster of houses can be vaguely seen, with gray-blue tiled roofs and white walls. Some houses still have red slogans painted on their walls, the words already blurred.

"See that village? That's Mapletree Flat."

Shen Xiaoting looked in the direction her father pointed, and the expectation on her little face turned into a serious and focused gaze.

She stared at it for several seconds, then said softly, "It's so close."

"Yes, it's very close."

A barely perceptible hint of excitement crept into Chen Hao's voice.

Not long ago, he was packing his luggage in his rented room in Beijing; not long ago, he was driving on the highway; not long ago, he was bathing his daughter and singing lullabies in a hotel.

Now, he's finally going home.

He glanced at the live stream and saw that the number of viewers had already risen to over five hundred.

With a thought, he sent a message using his mind—

"Everyone, I'm almost home. I'll turn off the live stream now and turn it back on after I'm settled in. Thank you all for your company."

The comment section immediately exploded—