Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

The door to Chen Ziran's room was closed.

There was a three-second silence in the living room.

Chen Chu pricked up his ears, making sure the footsteps inside had faded away, then grabbed his phone and quickly opened the food delivery app.

Barbecue, crayfish, grilled eggplant, beef skewers, lamb skewers, chicken wings, chives...

Place your order.

Half an hour later, the takeout arrived.

Chen Chu quietly opened the door, took the large plastic bag, and quietly closed the door. He then placed the bag on the coffee table and opened it layer by layer.

The aroma of chili oil exploded instantly, filling the entire living room with the scent of cumin and chili.

He took a deep breath, a satisfied expression on his face, then put on disposable gloves and cracked open the shell of a crayfish.

A small figure peeked out from the bedroom doorway.

Chen Xiayu rubbed her eyes, stood barefoot at the entrance of the corridor, wearing her light blue nightgown, her hair disheveled from sleep.

She smelled the rich fragrance in the air, her little nose twitched, and then she saw a bright red pile of things on the coffee table.

"Daddy..."

Chen Chu turned his head, startled for a moment: "Did I wake you up?"

Chen Xiayu shook her head, walked over barefoot, climbed onto the sofa next to him, knelt down, and looked at the pile of food on the coffee table.

She didn't reach for it, but simply sat quietly to the side.

Chen Chu broke off a crayfish, removed the meat, and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly saw Chen Xiayu reach out and pick up a crayfish.

Instead of eating it herself, she clumsily peeled the shrimp shells, just like he did.

Her fingers were too small, and the shrimp shells were hard and slippery, making it very difficult for her to peel them.

She was very serious, her little brows furrowed, as she peeled the shrimp shells little by little, revealing the whole shrimp meat.

Then she held up the peeled shrimp, tilted her little face up, and looked at Chen Chu with bright, sparkling eyes: "Daddy, eat!"

Chen Chu stared at the chili oil on her fingers and the crookedly peeled but perfectly intact shrimp for a second, then opened his mouth and ate it: "Delicious! My little girl is so thoughtful!"

Chen Xiayu squinted her eyes happily and picked up another crayfish to start peeling it.

The live chat was filled with groans of despair.

[You beast!!! Why did you make my daughter peel shrimp for you?!]

Give him back the shrimp! I told you to give him back the shrimp!

[A five-year-old daughter peels shrimp for her dad—is this dad even human?]

[Although, my little sister is peeling them so carefully...]

This scene is so heartwarming: the daughter peels shrimp for her father, and he happily eats them.

【What's so heartwarming about that! That's my daughter! Chen Chu, let her go!】

Chen Xiayu peeled another one and held it up to Chen Chu's mouth.

Chen Chu opened his mouth and ate it, then reached out and patted her head: "Don't you want some, little girl?"

Chen Xiayu shook her head and whispered, "Daddy eats."

Chen Chu looked at her earnest and satisfied little face and was about to say something when footsteps came from the corridor.

Chen Ziran stood at the entrance of the corridor, her hair disheveled and her face still bearing the marks of her morning grumpiness.

He looked at the mountain of barbecue and crayfish piled on the coffee table, his father wearing disposable gloves and with his mouth full of red oil, and his sister sitting next to him, intently peeling shrimp, and remained silent for three seconds.

"No..." His voice was hoarse from just waking up, "What kind of father are you?"

Chen Chu paused in his act of biting into the shrimp. He slowly turned his head and met Chen Ziran's gaze.

He remained silent for about two seconds, his expression unchanged.

"You're awake? Perfect timing, Dad ordered you a midnight snack."

"I was going to sleep!" Chen Ziran walked over, looking at the mess on the table. "Wait, why did you eat barbecue behind my back?"

"Why are you doing this behind my back?" Chen Chu put down the crayfish in his hand, his expression turning serious. "This is a test from your father."

"...What kind of test?"

"It's testing your alertness," Chen Chu said seriously. "Look, late at night, after you fell asleep, Dad ordered a bunch of barbecue. Doesn't this sound like a stealth mission? Your goal is to find the food on the table without alerting me. As it turns out, you're excellent; your food reconnaissance skills are comparable to those of a top soldier."

Chen Ziran looked at him expressionlessly: "You call this a test?"

"Of course." Chen Chu pushed a whole roasted chicken wing in front of him. "Here, this is a reward."

Chen Ziran looked down at the roasted chicken wing, which was golden brown and slightly charred, with cumin and chili powder evenly sprinkled on it, and the aroma wafted into his nose.

"...At least you have some conscience." He picked up a chicken wing and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the taste was indeed quite good.

He chewed a couple of times, went to the kitchen and took out a set of bowls and chopsticks. He then took an empty bowl, peeled a few crayfish and put them in it, pushing it in front of Chen Xiaoyu: "Don't just peel them for Dad, eat some yourself too."

Chen Xiayu looked at the peeled shrimp in the bowl, then at Chen Ziran, smiled slightly, and whispered, "Thank you, Gege."

Chen Ziran kept a straight face and didn't answer, but he was noticeably more diligent in picking up food with his chopsticks.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[My son says no, but his actions speak louder than words! He just said he'd "eat barbecue behind my back," and now he's already gnawing on chicken wings!]

"You call this a test?" Chen Ziran had already seen through his father's true nature.

[This family atmosphere is really great; even when the dad is caught cheating, it can turn into a father-son interaction.]

Compared to Li Lele's family, I think Chen Chu's family, although seemingly unruly, is actually very relaxed.

[Li Lele's family has many rules, but everyone is always on edge.]

Screen switch.

Li Lele's house. The kitchen light is on.

Li Lele's mother stood in front of the stove, water was boiling in the pot. After the water boiled, she put in a handful of noodles, and then took out an egg from a cardboard box. It was a free-range egg, a little smaller than a regular egg, with some dry grass clippings still stuck to the shell.

She carefully cracked the egg on the rim of the bowl, poured it into the boiling water, watched the egg white slowly solidify in the hot water, then scooped it out with a slotted spoon and placed it on top of the noodles.

"Lele, let's go out for a late-night snack."

Li Lele came out of the room and sat down at the dining table.

In front of me is a bowl of steaming noodles, topped with a poached egg and a few pieces of green vegetables, the broth clear and bright.

Mom sat across from her, not serving herself a bowl, but just watching her eat: "Eat up, these eggs are free-range eggs from our hometown, they're nutritious and good for your brain. Your dad and I couldn't bear to eat them, we saved them for you."

Li Lele tightened her grip on the chopsticks.

She picked up a piece of noodles with her chopsticks, blew on it, put it in her mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

Then he picked up another piece with his chopsticks.

"Mom, you eat too."

"I'm not eating, I'm not hungry. This is for your brain."

I've only taken two bites.

Mom started nagging again from the side.

"We never had these conditions before."

"I only eat eggs once a year, and I can't bear to eat them..."

Li Lele opened her mouth, as if to say something.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

The comments section is buzzing with arguments again.

No, I don't understand. Who's short of an egg these days? Why do you have to say it like that?

[They're making a big deal out of a simple, brain-boosting egg sound like some rare and precious treasure...]

You don't understand, this is parental love. They'd rather eat it themselves than let their children eat it—that's true greatness!

[It's great, but imagine the pressure this puts on the children. A bite of egg accompanied by the comment, "We can't bear to eat this," how can anyone stomach it?]

[Yeah, parents are reluctant to eat so much for their kids, what's wrong with saying a few words? Why are you all criticizing that?]

It's not that you can't say it, but if you remind the child with every bite, "This is what I saved for you," then the child isn't eating eggs, they're eating debt.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan put down her thermos: "Her mother is so good to her, but she doesn't appreciate it at all. She can't even finish a bowl of noodles. Kids these days really don't know how to be grateful."

Zhou Zhenyang leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his knees, and remained silent for a while before speaking: "On the contrary, I think it's not that she's ungrateful, it's that she just can't eat."

Zhao Shuilan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Every word this mother said was a reminder to her child that he owed her."

Zhou Zhenyang pushed up his glasses. “‘We’re reluctant to eat this,’ ‘This is to help your brain.’ These words sound like concern, but to a child, every single one of them means, ‘You have to work hard, you have to repay me, you can’t let me down.’”

"I'm just stating the facts..."

"Yes, that's true. But sometimes, the truth can be devastating."

Zhou Zhenyang continued, "Don't you think it's too heavy a burden to make a teenager live every day with the thought, 'My parents have given me everything, and I must repay them with good grades'?"

……

The scene cuts back to the Chen family.

In the living room, the barbecue and crayfish had already been mostly devoured.

Chen Xiayu leaned against Chen Chu, her eyelids already drooping, her little head nodding, but she was still clutching an unpeeled crayfish in her hand.

Chen Chu took the crayfish from her hand, peeled it in a few quick movements, put it in his mouth, and then wiped her little hands with a wet tissue.

"Go to sleep if you're tired."

Chen Xiayu mumbled an "Mmm" in her sleep, tilted her head, and fell asleep leaning against his arm.

Chen Chu carefully picked up his daughter, walked back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, covered her with the blanket, kissed her forehead, then turned off the light and came out.

Chen Ziran had already cleaned up the mess on the table.