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

There wasn't much finishing work to be done in the kitchen.

Chen Hao connected the hot and cold water hoses to the faucet, tightened them with a wrench, and opened the angle valve to test it; there was no leakage.

Next, install a stainless steel, three-tiered shelf, fixed to the wall above the stove with expansion bolts. Bowls, plates, condiment bottles, spatulas, and ladles can all be placed on it.

Finally, there's the range hood's exhaust pipe. He clipped one end of the aluminum foil flexible hose to the range hood's air outlet and secured it with a clamp.

The other end connects to a pre-drilled hole in the wall, extending all the way to the outside, where a stainless steel rain cap is installed.

[Ding! Kitchen finishing touches complete! God-level carpentry experience points +134! God-level tiling experience points +128!]

Chen Hao put down his tools and looked around the kitchen—

White ceramic tile walls, gray non-slip floor tiles, a brand-new wood-fired stove, beautiful cabinets, bright ceiling lights, gleaming faucets, and neatly arranged shelves.

It's all finished.

He walked out of the kitchen, intending to call Tingting home, and saw his daughter still sitting at the small square table outside in the yard, folding paper airplanes.

There were already seven or eight folded paper airplanes on the table, each with a different shape.

Some were made according to the folding method he taught them, while others had their own modifications, such as making the wings wider or narrower, or the nose sharper or blunter.

Several paper airplanes were scattered on the ground, all of which she had test-flown.

Shen Xiaoting was looking down, her two small hands carefully folding an A4 sheet of paper.

Her movements were much more practiced than in the afternoon.

When folded, the edges are aligned very well, and when the head is folded, the corners fall precisely on the center line.

When folding the wings, although the angles on both sides are still slightly off, she will adjust them by pinching them with her hands until they are level.

Chen Hao didn't disturb her; he just leaned against the courtyard wall and watched.

On a whim, he switched the live stream camera to his daughter.

When viewers in the live stream saw Tingting folding paper airplanes, the chat area was quiet for a moment, then a flood of warm comments appeared.

"Tingting is so focused, her little brows are all furrowed."

"This level of concentration is remarkable; it's truly impressive for a three-year-old to sit still for so long."

"She would test fly each one she folded, then pick it up and continue modifying it. Many adults don't have this kind of perseverance."

"Judging from her expression, she thinks about it after each test flight, and then makes some changes for the next one. This isn't just blindly experimenting; she's using her brain."

"The anchor taught well, and Tingting learned well too."

Shen Xiaoting folded the paper airplane in her hand, stood up, and walked to the village road.

She no longer needs to use a measuring tape to measure distances; she simply stands at the starting point her father marked in the afternoon, takes a deep breath, and throws the paper airplane out with all her might.

The white paper airplane flew out of her hand, faster than in the afternoon, and much more steadily.

It glided forward along a smooth arc, thirty meters, thirty-five meters, forty meters—about two or three meters further than last time.

Shen Xiaoting ran over, picked up the paper airplane, looked at where it landed, measured the approximate distance with her feet, then ran back to the starting point, took out a new A4 sheet of paper, and began folding the next one.

Chen Hao saw his daughter squatting by the table, taking apart the previous paper airplane, looking at the creases, and then folding it again. This time, she reduced the width of the wings by two millimeters and increased the folding angle of the nose by one degree.

She wasn't mechanically repeating the same thing; she was adjusting the design based on the results of each test flight.

Someone sent a gift in the live stream—

[A-Qiang, a paper airplane enthusiast, gave away 2 pairs of sunglasses!]

[Kindergarten teacher Li Mei donated 10 gifts!]

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

[Received a donation: 2 pairs of sunglasses, and gained 39 popularity points!]

[Received a donation: 10 hearts, gained 20 popularity points!]

[Received a donation: 5 lollipops, gained 10 popularity points!]

As dusk fell, the setting sun bathed the village road in a pale gold hue.

Shen Xiaoting was still squatting by the table, holding a newly folded paper airplane, when she ran to the starting point and threw it out with all her might.

This time it flew a little further than last time. She ran over, picked it up, stood there for a few seconds, and then turned around and ran back.

She saw Chen Hao standing at the gate of the courtyard and immediately ran over excitedly:

"Dad! Look! The paper airplane I folded can fly really, really far now!"

"Really?" Chen Hao squatted down, smiling. "Let me show Dad how far it can fly."

"Okay!" Shen Xiaoting took the paper airplane she had just folded and ran to the starting point.

After she stood still, she held the paper airplane up to her eyes, checked the wings one last time to make sure they were level, then took a deep breath, leaned back slightly, raised her arms, and flung it forward with force.

The moment the paper airplane left his hand, Chen Hao's eyes lit up.

The plane's attitude was much better than he had expected.

The nose of the plane was slightly raised, the wings vibrated smoothly in the airflow, and the entire fuselage did not sway from side to side, rushing forward along an almost straight trajectory.

Twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters, fifty meters, sixty meters—

The speed gradually decreased, but the angle of descent was very small, as if gliding in the air rather than falling.

Sixty-five meters, sixty-eight meters, seventy meters—

The paper airplane dropped to less than half a meter above the ground, but it kept moving forward, ever forward.

Finally, at a height of about 72 or 73 meters, it gently touched the ground, glided for a short distance, and came to a stop.

Shen Xiaoting turned around and shouted to her father, "Dad! Did you see that? It flew so far, so far away!"

Chen Hao did see it.

He stood up, picked up the measuring tape, and began measuring from the starting point.

Twenty meters, forty meters, sixty meters—

He walked past the sixty-meter mark, continued walking forward, until he reached the spot where the paper airplane had landed, then squatted down and straightened the ruler.

"Seventy-one and six meters," he said, turning to his daughter.

Although Shen Xiaoting didn't fully grasp the concept of numbers, she knew she had done well from the expression on her father's face—an expression of surprise and pride.

She jumped up happily, clapping her hands and shouting, "Daddy! I flew seventy-one!"

The chat room erupted in excitement!

"Seventy-one meters?! Tingting folded it herself and it flew seventy-one meters?!"

"She only flew 44 meters on her first attempt this afternoon, and in just a few hours she's improved by 27 meters?"

"The key is the design of this paper airplane. A three-year-old can fold it and it can fly more than 70 meters. If an adult folds it properly, it can fly more than 100 meters without any problem."

"Tingting is really amazing. She folded it more than ten times, and each time she improved and each time it went further than the last."

"It's not that Tingting is particularly good; it's that the host teaches her well. The host explains the principles in a simple and easy-to-understand way, which is why Tingting can understand how to adjust them."

"They're both ruthless. The father is ruthless, and the daughter is ruthless too."

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