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

Gifts started floating on the screen—

[Paper airplane enthusiast Atao has given away one Carnival gift!]

[Two helicopters were given away in the "Take Your Kids to See the World" giveaway!]

[A "Mommy Loves Sports" gave away a Porsche!]

[A parenting observer gave away one Douyin account!]

Gifts were sent in waves, and the number of viewers in the live stream kept increasing.

Many people initially just clicked in casually for a quick look, but after seeing Tingting folding paper airplanes, they couldn't bear to leave.

Tingting stood in the middle of the yard, listening to everyone's praise, a smile on her face the whole time.

She looked at her father, then at Wu Licheng, then at Yu Jingwen, and then looked down at the plush rabbit in her hand.

She lifted the rabbit up and said to it, "Little rabbit, I'm going to participate in the paper airplane competition! Cheer me on!"

After she finished speaking, she laughed again, revealing two small tiger teeth, and her eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter.

Looking at the little girl, Wu Licheng was filled with emotion.

He has been competing for decades and has seen countless players, but he has never seen a combination like this before.

A young father with a daughter who is not yet four years old; one is responsible for throwing the paper airplane, and the other is responsible for folding it.

This group doesn't look like they're here to compete; they look more like they're here to have fun.

But this seemingly casual group created the most terrifying paper airplane score he had ever seen in his life.

He glanced at the numbers on his phone's stopwatch again, 57.12, then locked the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

He had already made up his mind.

We absolutely must invite this father and daughter to this competition.

Not only should we invite them to participate, but we should also make them the grand finale.

Such a combination is a waste to put at the beginning of the game; it should be put at the end so that all the audience can see what a real paper airplane looks like.

Wu Licheng took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Chen Hao with both hands.

Chen Hao took it and glanced at it. It was printed with "Wu Licheng, Head of Competition Department of Ningbo Paper Airplane Challenge Organizing Committee", and below it was a mobile phone number and an email address.

He put the business card in his pocket and nodded.

"Teacher Chen, the competition is in five days. Please arrive in Ningbo a day in advance. Call me when you arrive and I will pick you up."

Wu Licheng's tone was much warmer than when he first arrived, conveying a sense of familiarity that he already considered Chen Hao as one of his own players.

Yu Jingwen also took out a business card from her bag and handed it over, smiling as she said, "Teacher Chen, this is my business card."

Please contact us anytime if you have any questions. We will arrange your hotel and transportation.

Chen Hao took the business card, glanced at it, and put it away.

"Okay. I'll contact you when we arrive."

Wu Licheng took out his phone and checked the time; it was already past eleven.

He turned to look at Yu Jingwen, and the two exchanged glances. Just as they were about to say goodbye, Chen Hao spoke first.

"Director Wu, Assistant Yu, it's almost noon."

If you don't mind, please stay for a simple meal.

Tingting peeked out from behind her father, her little hand tugging at Wu Licheng's clothes, her face tilted up, her voice clear and crisp:

"Uncle, Auntie, please stay for dinner! My dad's cooking is amazing! Even better than what you get at restaurants!"

Yu Jingwen squatted down and asked with a smile, "Really? Did Tingting lie to Auntie?"

Tingting panicked, her face flushed red, and her voice rose:

"Seriously! My dad is the best cook! Braised pork belly, steamed fish, Mapo tofu, scrambled eggs with tomatoes—everything is delicious! You'll see when you try it!"

Yu Jingwen stood up and looked at Wu Licheng.

Wu Licheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Well... I'll take my leave then."

Chen Hao smiled.

"Don't bother us. Tingting, go to the convenience store and tell Grandpa and Grandma that we have guests today and we won't be eating there for lunch."

"Okay!" Tingting turned around and ran outside, her pigtails swinging back and forth.

He ran a couple of steps, then stopped, turned back to look at Yu Jingwen, and said earnestly.

"Auntie, wait for me, I'll be right back." After saying that, she turned around and ran out again, her little steps quick.

Chen Hao turned and went into the kitchen, taking an apron off the wall and tying it on.

There were fresh ingredients his mother had brought in yesterday in the refrigerator.

Pork belly, ribs, a sea bass, tofu, green vegetables, chili peppers, eggs, scallions, ginger, and garlic.

He took out the ingredients one by one and placed them neatly on the cutting board.

I washed the pork belly once, patted it dry with kitchen paper, and then sliced ​​it thinly on a cutting board.

He cut the meat slowly and deliberately, the sound of the knife falling rhythmically, each cut producing slices of meat of roughly the same thickness, as if measured with a ruler.

I pounded the ribs with the back of a knife, then chopped them into small, uniform pieces, each with bone and meat attached.

The scales of the sea bass were removed, its belly was cut open and its internal organs were removed, and several cuts were made on both sides of the fish, with the cuts being of equal depth.

Cut the tofu into small cubes and soak them in water, making sure the water covers the tofu.

Break the greens off one by one, rinse them under the tap, and drain them.

Cut the chili peppers into sections, slice the ginger, and crush the garlic with the back of a knife.

[Ding! Ingredient pre-processing complete. God-level cooking skill experience points +128!]

Wu Licheng and Yu Jingwen did not sit in the main room to wait.

The two walked to the kitchen doorway and glanced inside.

Chen Hao was slicing pork belly. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was rhythmic, neither too fast nor too slow, and each slice of meat was of uniform thickness.

Wu Licheng narrowed his eyes.

He had lived most of his life and seen many people chop vegetables, but he had never seen anyone chop them so steadily.

It's not about speed, it's about precision; every strike lands precisely where it should.

"Teacher Chen, did you work as a chef before?" Wu Licheng couldn't help but ask.

Chen Hao didn't even look up as he shoveled the sliced ​​meat into the plate.

"no."

Yu Jingwen also came over, looking at the neatly arranged slices of meat on the cutting board, and then at the ordinary kitchen knife in Chen Hao's hand.

"How did you develop such knife skills? This level is better than many professional chefs I've ever seen."

Chen Hao smiled.

"I figured it out myself. You get the hang of it after doing it a lot."

Wu Licheng and Yu Jingwen exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thing in each other's eyes—disbelief, but too embarrassed to press for further information.

Tingting ran in from outside, panting, with a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Dad, I talked to Grandpa and Grandma! Grandma said she understands and wants you to treat the guests well!"

"Good girl, Tingting." Chen Hao picked up a slice of meat from the cutting board and held it to Tingting's mouth.

Tingting opened her mouth, took a bite, chewed twice, swallowed, and nodded in satisfaction.