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

Wu Licheng and Yu Jingwen sat down at the table, looking at the dishes on it without saying a word.

Tingting climbed onto her little stool, picked up her rabbit-shaped chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork rib, and carefully placed it in Wu Licheng's bowl.

"Uncle, try this pork rib."

Wu Licheng picked up a rib and took a bite.

The meat falls off the bone at the slightest touch, it's incredibly tender and juicy, not dry at all. The sauce is rich, with a perfect balance of sweet and salty, and the flavor is just right.

He chewed twice, then twice more, swallowed, offered no comment, and then picked up another piece of pork rib and put it in his mouth.

Yu Jingwen was eating Mapo Tofu. The tofu was tender and smooth, melting in her mouth. It was spicy and fragrant, with the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns and the spiciness of fermented broad beans melting in her mouth. Her eyes lit up, and she reached over with her chopsticks to pick up another piece.

"Teacher Chen, this tofu is so delicious!" Yu Jingwen couldn't help but say.

Tingting looked up from the bowl, rice grains still stuck to the corners of her mouth.

"Auntie, I didn't lie to you, did I? My dad's cooking is delicious, isn't it?"

"It's delicious. Auntie has never had such delicious Mapo Tofu before."

As Yu Jingwen spoke, she picked up another piece of tofu, which trembled on her chopsticks. She carefully brought it to her mouth.

Tingting turned her head to look at Wu Licheng.

"Uncle, what do you think?"

Wu Licheng was gnawing on his second rib. He had already eaten all the meat off the bone, but he couldn't bear to throw it away and kept it in his mouth.

When Tingting asked him, he put down the bone and said seriously, "It's delicious. It's better than what the chefs in those big restaurants in Ningbo make."

Tingting was satisfied and turned to look at Chen Hao, her little face full of smiles.

"Dad, they all say it's delicious."

Chen Hao smiled.

"If it's delicious, please eat more, don't be shy."

Wu Licheng picked up another piece of fish. The fish was so tender that it broke apart when picked up with chopsticks. He quickly scooped it up with a spoon and put it in his mouth.

Tender and smooth, the salty aroma of soy sauce and the fresh fragrance of scallion oil blend perfectly. The fish melts in your mouth without any fishy taste.

He looked up at Chen Hao, as if he wanted to say something, but then didn't, and continued eating with his head down.

Yu Jingwen ate very attentively, tasting every dish and nodding after each one.

The braised pork ribs were perfectly balanced between salty and sweet, the steamed sea bass was tender and smooth, the Mapo tofu was spicy and flavorful, the stir-fried bok choy was crisp and refreshing, and the tomato and egg soup was sweet and sour and appetizing.

She would say "delicious" after every bite, repeating it several times until she felt embarrassed and stopped, eating in silence.

The dishes on the table gradually decreased.

There was only one piece of braised pork rib left on the plate, and Wu Licheng picked it up and put it in Tingting's bowl.

"Tingting, eat."

Tingting picked it up, took a bite, and smiled, her mouth full of sauce.

Yu Jingwen scraped the broth from the plate of Mapo Tofu clean with her spoon. She licked the spoon, put it down, and then, feeling embarrassed, quickly picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth.

The plate of stir-fried bok choy was empty, not even a drop of broth remained.

Only a few scallions remained at the bottom of the tomato and egg soup bowl; the soup had been completely drunk clean.

Tingting put down her chopsticks, looked at the empty plate, looked up at Chen Hao, and smiled.

"Dad, they've all eaten it all."

Wu Licheng put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

He picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, then wiped his hands, and looked at Chen Hao with a serious expression.

"Teacher Chen, this trip today was totally worth it."

I've seen the video of you folding paper airplanes, and I've also seen your daughter's paper airplanes, but I really didn't expect you to be such a good cook.

Yu Jingwen also put down her chopsticks and nodded repeatedly.

"Me too. I thought Teacher Chen was only good at paper airplanes and drawing, but I didn't expect her to be so good at cooking as well."

I'm so full I can't move.

Chen Hao smiled.

"Just some simple home-style cooking."

"If this is the level you're at when you're just doing it casually, imagine how good it would be if you took it seriously." Wu Licheng shook his head, stood up, checked the time, and then looked at Yu Jingwen.

"We should go now; we still need to prepare for the competition when we get back."

Chen Hao stood up and saw them out of the courtyard.

Tingting followed behind, her little hand tugging at her father's clothes, taking each step with him.

Wu Licheng walked to the car, opened the door, turned around, and reached out his hand.

Chen Hao grasped his hand; Wu Licheng's grip was much stronger than when he first arrived, and he held it very tightly.

"See you in Ningbo in five days, Teacher Chen."

See you in Ningbo.

Yu Jingwen shook hands with Chen Hao, then squatted down and looked at Tingting.

"Tingting, Auntie is waiting for you in Ningbo."

You must fold the best paper airplane for the competition.

Tingting nodded vigorously, her pigtails swaying along with her nostrils.

"I can fold really, really good paper airplanes!"

Yu Jingwen stood up and got into the car.

Wu Licheng started the car, stretched out the window and waved. The black sedan slowly drove out of the village road, turned the corner, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Chen Hao and Tingting stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking in the direction the car had disappeared, for a while.

"Dad, they're gone."

"Let's go. We'll go find them in five days."

Tingting nodded, turned around and ran back into the yard.

In the afternoon, Chen Hao started his live stream.

As soon as the live stream started, viewers flooded in.

Many people watched the paper airplane demonstration in the morning, and even more people waited in the afternoon for what would happen next.

The number of viewers surged, surpassing 35,000.

The bullet comments section was scrolling by incredibly fast.

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

"Is Tingting still making paper airplanes this afternoon? That 57-second trick this morning was amazing!"

"The competition starts in five days, Tingting needs to practice hard."

"Those two people just left? They looked like they came to poach our staff."

Chen Hao sent a message using his mind—

"This afternoon, let Tingting practice folding paper airplanes more. Let's try to get even better results."

Tingting sat at the stone table in the courtyard, spread out an A4 sheet of paper, and began to fold it.

She first folded the kind that could fly very far, folding the paper in half to create the center line, then folding the nose and wings.

The little finger is very flexible; every time it folds, the fingernail is used to scrape the crease, making the crease flat and straight.

After folding it, she held the paper airplane up to the sunlight to check its symmetry and neat creases before handing it to Chen Hao.

"Dad, can you throw this away for me?"

Chen Hao took the paper airplane and walked to the village road outside the courtyard.

He stood still, took a deep breath, and threw the paper airplane with all his might.

The paper airplane sprinted forward along a straight trajectory, very fast and very stable, before skidding for a while before coming to a stop upon landing.

Tingting ran over to pick it up, then ran back to unpack the paper airplane and fold it again.

This time, she reduced the width of the wings by one millimeter and increased the folding angle of the nose by one degree. After folding it, she carefully checked it and handed it to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao threw it, and the paper airplane flew a little further than before.

Tingting ran over and picked it up, checked where it landed, measured the distance with her feet, ran back, picked up her notebook from the stone table, and wrote it down.

"Dad, how many meters did it fly this time?"

Chen Hao went over to check the landing point.

"103.2 meters."

Tingting wrote it down in her notebook, then picked up the second sheet of paper and continued folding it.

She tried again and again, throwing each folded piece as she went, recording the distance with each throw, and writing down the numbers one by one in her notebook.

[Ding! Paper airplane overlay test completed, God-level origami experience points +128!]