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

"Okay, let's eat first." Chen Hao bent down and picked up his daughter. "Tingting, it's time to go back and eat."

"Okay." Shen Xiaoting hugged her father's neck.

Chen Hao held his daughter in one arm and picked up the tool bag—containing the sickle and shovel used that morning—with the other, following his father toward the village entrance.

After walking a few steps, he remembered that the live stream was still on. On a whim, he sent a message using his mind—

"Everyone, let's have lunch first. We'll continue renovating the old house this afternoon. See you then."

The comment section immediately erupted with a wave of messages—

"Okay, host! See you this afternoon!"

"Looking forward to the renovation this afternoon!"

"Go eat quickly, don't go hungry."

"Tingting went to eat too, bye-bye little cutie!"

Chen Hao turned off the live stream with his mind.

Back at the convenience store, Meng Meiling had already set out the food.

On the octagonal table in the main room were four dishes: braised fish, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, stir-fried green beans, and tomato and egg soup, along with a large bowl of rice.

The bowls and chopsticks were all set out, and Tingting's pink bowl and bunny chopsticks were placed in her spot.

Meng Meiling was taking off her apron when she saw them come in. She smiled and said, "You're back? Go wash your hands and eat."

Chen Hao put his daughter down, took her to wash her hands, and then returned to the main room to sit down.

Shen Xiaoting climbed into her seat, picked up the little rabbit chopsticks, and waited obediently.

Meng Meiling picked up a piece of fish for her granddaughter, carefully removed the bones, and placed it in her bowl.

Shen Xiaoting ate and nodded, "Grandma's cooking is delicious too."

"Really? It tastes even better than Dad's?" Meng Meiling asked with a smile.

Shen Xiaoting thought for a moment and answered seriously, "Dad's cooking is the best, and Grandma's is the second best."

Meng Meiling burst into laughter, and Chen Bingzhong also laughed, the corners of his mouth curving wider than usual.

Chen Hao smiled and shook his head, then picked up a piece of scrambled eggs for his daughter.

Shen Xiaoting ate a few bites of rice, then suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked at Meng Meiling excitedly:

"Grandma, Dad bought so many things today! There's wood, cement, big boxes, and a huge machine!"

"Really?" Meng Meiling looked at her with a smile.

"Mmm! Daddy said he's going to make me a pink room, and he's going to make me a wardrobe, a desk, and a little bed!" Shen Xiaoting became more and more excited as she spoke, her little face full of anticipation.

"Dad is so amazing!"

Meng Meiling glanced at Chen Hao, her eyes filled with relief, but also a little heartache.

She reached out and patted her granddaughter's head: "Tingting, Daddy is so good to you."

Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously, then turned to look at Chen Hao, her voice clear and loud: "Dad is the best dad!"

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then smiled.

He reached out and ruffled his daughter's hair, saying nothing, but his eyes shone with light.

Chen Bingzhong held the bowl, looking at his son and granddaughter, the smile on his lips never fading.

He picked up a piece of braised fish, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and mumbled, "When you were little, I made you a little wooden gun too."

Chen Hao glanced at his father and smiled: "I remember, it took three days to finish, and we still weren't done. In the end, we tied it up with rope."

Chen Bingzhong snorted: "As long as it works, that's fine. Didn't you have a lot of fun back then?"

Meng Meiling burst out laughing: "You call that carpentry? The planks you saw look like they were chewed by a dog."

Chen Bingzhong stopped talking and buried his head in his food.

After lunch, Chen Hao helped his mother clear the dishes, and then took his daughter to the old house.

He had just reached the gate of the courtyard when he heard footsteps behind him again—Chen Bingzhong had caught up, carrying a thermos and a plastic bag.

"Dad, what brings you here?"

"Come help." Chen Bingzhong's tone left no room for argument. "How long will you be able to finish this all by yourself?"

"No need, I can manage on my own."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Bingzhong put the plastic bag on the ground, took out a pair of gloves from it, and put them on.

"I can't do heavy work, but I can at least help you pass things or hold the ladder, right?"

Chen Hao looked at his father's face, which was clearly saying "there's no room for negotiation," and smiled helplessly, no longer refusing.

"Okay, then you can help me pass these things. But it's agreed, don't carry anything too heavy, I'll do it."

"I know, I know." Chen Bingzhong waved his hand, his tone a little impatient, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Chen Hao had a sudden thought and started the live stream.

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

After several days of live streaming, he has nearly 20,000 followers, and the number of viewers exceeded 500 within a minute of starting the broadcast.

"It's open! The renovations have begun this afternoon!"

"Has the streamer finished eating? Is Tingting here too?"

"Tingting's here! I see the little cutie!"

"Is that the streamer's dad over there? Did he come to help?"

"Looking forward to the renovation! What are we doing this afternoon?"

Chen Hao sent a message using his mind: "The renovation of the old house will officially begin this afternoon."

First, remove the roof; the tiles and beams all need to be replaced.

"Demolish the roof?! That's a huge undertaking!"

"Watch out, streamer! Be careful!"

"Can't wait! Starting with tearing down the roof, this is going to be a major renovation!"

Chen Hao opened his tool bag and took out a safety rope, helmet, gloves, and goggles, putting them on one by one.

He walked to the front of the old house and looked up at the roof.

This two-story old house has a traditional wooden roof.

The roof is truss-shaped, with purlins supporting it, rafters nailed to the purlins, sheathing boards laid on the rafters, and tiles covering the sheathing boards.

After more than a decade of wind and rain, most of the tiles have broken or shifted, and in some places the roof boards have rotted, revealing dark holes.

The most serious problem was the roof beams—

He tapped the exposed main beam with the handle of his hammer, producing a hollow sound, and sawdust fell down in a flurry.

[Ding! God-level woodworking skill triggered—]

Structural assessment: The main beam is 85% decayed and has lost its load-bearing capacity.

The purlins are 60%-90% rotten and need to be replaced entirely.

The rafters are more than 70% rotten and need to be replaced entirely.

Recommendation: Completely demolish the roof structure and rebuild it.

Chen Hao frowned; it was more serious than he had anticipated.

He originally thought he only needed to replace a few rotten rafters, but now it seems the entire roof needs to be redone.

"Dad, can you keep an eye on Tingting for me? I'm going up to remove the tiles."

"Be careful!" Chen Bingzhong's voice suddenly became tense.

Chen Hao tied one end of the safety rope around his waist and the other end to the trunk of an old camphor tree.

The tree is on the side of the house, with deep roots and a thick trunk that can support its weight.

He checked the knot to make sure it was secure, then moved a bamboo ladder, placed it on the eaves, and began to climb up.