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

In an instant, a flood of information rushed into Chen Hao's mind—

Plant physiology, soil and fertilizer science, agricultural meteorology, plant protection, horticulture, breeding...

Knowledge from various disciplines is interwoven, like a huge encyclopedia being opened, but it's not like rote memorization. Rather, it's as if he already knew these things, but forgot them before and suddenly remembered them now.

He can "see" the soil's pH value, organic matter content, and nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium ratio;

It can "diagnose" plant diseases—leaf spot, powdery mildew, downy mildew, root rot, and clearly describe the symptoms, pathogens, and control methods for each disease.

It can "know" the best sowing time, planting density, water and fertilizer requirements, and pruning methods for each type of plant.

Moreover, he also acquired the ability to identify seeds and seedlings.

He can judge the germination rate, purity, and viability of a seed just by picking it up;

He can tell from a seedling the development of its root system, the thickness of its stem, the condition of its leaves, and whether it has any pests or diseases.

Chen Hao was overjoyed.

With this skill, the flowers he grows will definitely bloom better than others', and the vegetables he grows will definitely grow stronger than others'.

He turned off his phone, turned off the lights, and closed his eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery-white band on the floor.

In the distance, insects were chirping, one soft, distant chirp after another.

He turned over and quickly fell asleep.

……

Chen Hao woke up at six o'clock the next morning.

He didn't stay in bed; he got up and went straight to the kitchen.

I'm going to make a big breakfast today.

He took out four eggs, a carton of milk, a sausage, half an onion, a tomato, a handful of spinach, a pat of butter, and some toast that had been baked yesterday from the refrigerator.

He first cut the toast into thick slices, then hollowed out a square hole in the middle of each slice, cracked an egg into it, sprinkled it with a little salt and black pepper, and slowly fried it in a frying pan over low heat.

The butter melted in the pan, releasing a rich milky aroma. The bread was fried until golden brown and crispy, while the egg whites were set and the yolks were still runny.

[Ding! Sunny-side-up egg toast made! God-level cooking skill experience points +128!]

Then he made a ham, cheese and vegetable salad.

Dice the ham, slice the cheese, julienne the onion, dice the tomato, wash and tear the spinach into small pieces, put them all in a large bowl, drizzle with olive oil, lemon juice, a little honey and mustard, and mix well.

[Ding! Vegetable salad made, God-level cooking skill experience points +112!]

He heated up the milk again and poured it into two cups, a large one for himself and a small one for Tingting. He also added a little honey to the small cup, as Tingting likes it sweeter.

Finally, he heated up the leftover millet porridge from yesterday and served two bowls.

When breakfast was served, the main room was filled with the aroma of toasted bread, the milky scent of butter, and the bitter fragrance of coffee—he made himself a cup of black coffee.

Chen Hao glanced at his watch; it was 6:40.

He went into Tingting's room.

The pink bunny lamp was off, the curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit.

Shen Xiaoting lay on her side on the small bed, holding a plush rabbit in her arms. She had kicked the blanket to her feet, leaving her two little feet sticking out with her toes slightly curled.

Yesterday she spent the whole day folding paper airplanes, dozens of them. She carefully folded, test-flew, analyzed, and improved each one, and didn't rest even when she was tired.

A three-year-old child, whose physical strength is much worse than that of an adult, relies entirely on a stubborn spirit to keep going.

After taking a shower that evening, Chen Hao was telling her a story when she fell asleep halfway through, without even having a chance to bite the rabbit's ear.

Chen Hao sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed his daughter on the forehead.

Her skin felt warm and had the unique milky scent of a baby.

"Tingting, wake up."

Shen Xiaoting stirred, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled indistinctly, "Sleep a little longer..."

"Dad made a delicious breakfast. Sunny-side-up egg toast, with an egg in the middle of the bread, just like the sun."

Shen Xiaoting did not react.

"And honey milk, it's sweet."

Shen Xiaoting's finger twitched.

"There's also a salad with ham and cheese."

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

She rubbed her eyes, yawned slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Daddy... are we going to buy flower seedlings today?"

"Yes, we're buying flower seedlings and vegetable seeds. Does Tingting want to come along?"

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up instantly, and she sat up in bed as if a power button had been pressed.

"I want to go! I want to pick flowers! I want to pick red roses!"

"Okay, then get up quickly, Dad will help you get dressed."

Shen Xiaoting stretched out her hands, asking her father to help her take off her pajamas and change into her clothes for the day.

A white short-sleeved T-shirt with a small strawberry printed on the chest; a pair of pink shorts with two small pockets on the sides of the legs; and a pair of white sneakers with pink shoelaces.

After dressing her, Chen Hao combed his daughter's hair, tied it into two pigtails, and secured them with pink hair ties.

Shen Xiaoting stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself, nodded in satisfaction, and ran out of the room.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face much faster than usual.

It usually takes him five minutes to finish, but today he finished in three minutes. He didn't even wipe off all the toothpaste foam before running to the dining table and climbing onto his little stool.

"Dad, breakfast smells so good today!" She took a deep breath, her eyes shining.

Chen Hao cut the sunny-side-up egg toast into small pieces and placed them on his daughter's plate.

Shen Xiaoting picked up a piece with her hand, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Delicious! The eggs are soft and the bread is crispy!"

She took another sip of honey milk, licked the white foam off her lips, then picked up a piece of ham and cheese salad, her mouth covered in salad dressing.

"Dad, when are we going to buy flower seedlings?"

"We'll go after we finish eating."

"Then eat quickly!" Shen Xiaoting sped up her eating, her little mouth stuffed full, like a little hamster.

Chen Hao smiled and started eating as well.

After finishing his meal, Chen Hao put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, washed his hands, and then picked up his phone to start a live stream.

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

After these days of live streaming, he has nearly 290,000 fans, and the number of viewers exceeded 5,000 in less than a minute after he started streaming.

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

"Where are you going today? You look like you're about to leave."

"Tingting looks so cute! White T-shirt, pink shorts, with little strawberry patterns!"

"The anchor looks handsome today, a white shirt and jeans, he's got the style."

"What project are we doing today? Gardening? Planting vegetables?"

Chen Hao sent a message using his mind—

Good morning. Today I'm going to the flower market and seed market in the county town to buy some flower seedlings and vegetable seeds to plant in the garden and vegetable patch.