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

Shen Xiaoting's nose twitched, as if she were smelling the fragrance in the air.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw her father sitting by the bed, his little face still showing a sleepy expression.

"Dad... have you made breakfast?"

"You're all done. Get up, Daddy will help you get dressed."

Shen Xiaoting sat up, rubbed her eyes, and yawned slightly.

Chen Hao took out a white T-shirt and a pair of pink thin trousers from the closet, helped his daughter take off her pajamas and change her clothes.

Shen Xiaoting obediently raised her hands, and when her head popped out from the neckline of her T-shirt, her hair was as fluffy as a dandelion.

After getting dressed, Chen Hao took his daughter to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Shen Xiaoting squeezed out the toothpaste herself, stood on a small stool and brushed her teeth in front of the mirror, her mouth full of white foam, and even made a funny face in the mirror.

After washing her face, Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up when she saw the breakfast laid out on the table in the main room.

She ran to the table, climbed onto her little stool, and looked at the plate of scrambled eggs with shredded pork—

The golden eggs, tender white shredded meat, and bright green scallions create a beautiful color combination.

"Dad, today's breakfast looks beautiful."

"Try it and see if it's good." Chen Hao handed her the spoon.

Shen Xiaoting scooped up a spoonful of scrambled eggs with shredded pork, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and the expression on her little face changed from anticipation to satisfaction, and then from satisfaction to enjoyment.

"Delicious!" She swallowed it and immediately scooped up another spoonful.

"Dad's breakfast was delicious! Even better than yesterday's!"

Chen Hao smiled, served himself a bowl of porridge, and sat down to eat with his daughter.

He tasted the stir-fried eggs and shredded pork he had made himself—

It definitely tasted better than yesterday's. The eggs were more tender, the shredded meat was smoother, and the aroma of the scallions blended more naturally with the aroma of the eggs.

LV2 cooking skills are indeed different.

Shen Xiaoting ate most of a bowl of porridge, half a plate of scrambled eggs with shredded pork, a slice of toast, and a small glass of milk.

Her little belly was bulging, and she leaned back in her chair, patting her belly contentedly.

"Dad, I'm full."

"It's good that you're full."

Chen Hao put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, washed his hands, and glanced at his phone when he came out—it was 7:40 a.m.

On a whim, he turned on the live stream.

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

After more than ten days of live streaming, he has gained more than 240,000 fans, and the number of viewers exceeded 3,000 in less than a minute after he started streaming.

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

"Starting your broadcast so early today? What are you up to?"

"Where's Tingting? Let me see the little cutie!"

"Is the kitchen finished? What project are we working on today?"

Chen Hao sent a message telepathically: "Good morning. Today I plan to create a garden and vegetable patch, and plant flowers and vegetables in the future."

"Garden! Vegetable garden! I can't wait!"

"Is the streamer going to turn this old house into a country villa?"

"Tingting is sitting next to me again. The little cutie is wearing a white T-shirt today, she looks so fresh."

Chen Hao turned to look at his daughter—Shen Xiaoting was sitting on a small stool outside the yard, holding an A4 sheet of paper and folding it into a paper airplane.

She folded the paper very carefully, her head down, her little brows slightly furrowed, her two small hands pinching the edge of the paper, folding it in half, flattening it, and folding it in half again.

"Tingting, Daddy has to get to work. Why don't you play with your paper airplane by yourself?"

"Okay!" Shen Xiaoting didn't even look up and continued folding.

She folded a paper airplane—

It was the same model as yesterday, the one that could fly very far. I stood up, walked to the village road, and threw it out with all my might.

The paper airplane flew about sixty meters before landing on the ground.

She ran over to pick it up, looked at where it had landed, then ran back, took the paper airplane apart, and folded it again.

Just as Chen Hao was about to get his tools, Shen Xiaoting suddenly ran over and tugged at his sleeve: "Dad, I have a question for you."

"What's the problem?"

"The paper airplane you taught me can fly very far, but it only stays in the air for a short while before falling down." She gestured with her hands.

"It flies up, but falls down very quickly. Is it possible to fold a paper airplane that can fly for a very long time?"

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then smiled.

Tingting was referring to flight time, not flight distance.

What she wanted was a paper airplane that could stay airborne for a long time, the kind that hovers in the air.

"Sure." He squatted down. "Dad knows how to fold a kind of paper airplane that can fly in the sky for a long time."

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up immediately: "Really? Dad, quickly fold one for me to see! How long can it fly?"

"You'll see when you fold it out and fly around."

Upon hearing this conversation, the chat room immediately erupted with activity.

"A paper airplane with a long flight time? You mean one that spins in the air when you throw it?"

"I've folded those paper airplanes before. They're very difficult to fold, and they don't fly for very long, at most twenty-odd seconds."

"I checked, and the Guinness World Record for the longest paper airplane flight time is 31.22 seconds."

"Thirty-one seconds? That's not long, just half a minute."

"Half a minute is already a long time; a regular paper airplane will fall down in four or five seconds if you throw it up there."

"The streamer said it's going to fly for a long time. How long do you think it will fly?"

"I'd be lucky if it could tie the world record in 30 seconds."

"I guess 35 seconds, breaking the record."

"Impossible. The previous world record was 29.2 seconds, which stood for 15 years until it was broken this year. How could a streamer break it by folding a paper airplane?"

"The anchor's paper airplane flew over 100 meters, which already broke the world record. Breaking another one is not impossible."

"Flight distance and flight time are two different things. A long distance does not necessarily mean a long flight time, and a long flight time does not necessarily mean a long distance."

"No matter what, I want to see the streamer fold something. Last time, the one that flew over 100 meters made me kneel down in awe. Let's see what he can fold this time."

Gifts started floating on the screen, but there weren't many; most viewers were waiting for Chen Hao to fold paper airplanes.

Chen Hao stood up, walked into his bedroom, and took out a new pack of A4 paper from the cabinet.

He took out a sheet of paper, walked to the small square table outside the courtyard, and laid the paper flat on the table.

"Tingting, watch carefully. This paper airplane is much more complicated to fold than the one yesterday; it requires many steps."

Shen Xiaoting leaned on the edge of the table, her chin resting on her hands, her eyes fixed on her father's hands.

Chen Hao picked up the A4 paper and took a deep breath.

He already had a complete folding plan in mind—

This is a paper airplane known as the "King of the Sky," which once set a flight time record of 27.9 seconds. After several improvements, it is theoretically possible to achieve a maximum flight time of more than one minute.

His folding technique combines the design of "King of the Skies" with the optimized aerodynamic parameters of the system's god-level origami skills, making it superior to the original.