After having breakfast, Chaochao sat in the living room watching her beloved Peppa Pig, her big eyes glued to the screen, unwilling to look away.

Jiang Chi finished revising the demo of his new song in the music room and came out to see this scene.

Jiang Chi could understand that Xiao Donggua was at an age where he loved watching cartoons.

However, looking at Old Master Huo, who was constantly swiping and clicking on the tablet with his eyes glued to the screen, he thought, "..."

What's wrong with you, old man? Didn't you used to look down on all electronic products?

besides.

Jiang Chi looked up at the closed study and asked, "Grandpa, isn't Uncle going to the company?"

Is this still the same cold-blooded, curly-faced Uncle Wang who attended every day of the year, rain or shine, in his memory?

"Oh, this one." Old Master Huo had just finished saving a video of a little dumpling, and reluctantly looked away. "Working from home."

The old man casually remarked, "You went on an overseas tour, haven't you heard of WLB?"

Jiang Chi: "?"

Old Master Huo glanced at him and said, "Keeping up with the times."

Jiang Chi: "..."

He might have really gone to the wilderness to survive and hit his head on a rock, causing amnesia. Otherwise, how could the world have become so strange in just two months?

The system watched with amusement, while the electronic potato chips were crunchy and delicious.

It just loves seeing these privileged kids, so naive and unsophisticated.

What Jiang Chi was unaware of was that Huanyu Group had thoroughly implemented a 9-to-5 workday with weekends off and no overtime unless absolutely necessary for the past two months, and also arranged one to two days of work-from-home time each week, from the parent company to its hundreds of subsidiaries!

Which Bodhisattva raised this question?

The employee replied: "Our big boss led the way!" (Proudly)

Why is that?

A: Because we have Chaochao baby!!! (Very loudly, with immense pride)

It has to be said that Huanyu thus topped the list of China's best employers for the month. The boss has a treasure: employees work shorter hours, become more efficient, and maintain a stable mental state! Industry insiders flocked to them, and Huanyu's official website was forced to close its application channels due to the overwhelming number of resumes.

The system extends a "Wu Jing hand": Chaochao, a blessing for the new generation of working people!

The sofa next to her sank in, and when Chaochao turned her head, she saw Jiang Chi. With a tone of "What a coincidence!" she asked happily, "Brother, do you also like watching Peppa Pig?"

Looking at the pink hair dryer on the screen, Jiang Chi remained noncommittal.

Seeing this, Chaochao tilted her head, thought for a second, and then handed the remote control in her hand to Jiang Chi, "Brother, look at what you want to watch."

She's already watched two episodes, but her brother hasn't seen them yet!

Jiang Chi doesn't watch TV much; he just wanted to clear his mind and relax. He was about to refuse, but then he remembered something, glanced at the clock, and picked up the remote, randomly pressing a channel.

Chaochao stared at the television with curiosity.

Just then, the drama series ended, and a public service announcement in ancient Chinese style about protecting forests and wetlands was played.

In the towering bamboo forest, amidst the rippling green leaves, stood a figure in black and a figure in white, each wielding a sword.

He wore a long black robe, exuding a cold and austere aura.

Clad in white, he stood tall and straight, his demeanor gentle and refined like jade.

Jiang Chi leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly, and asked casually, "Who's prettier?"

The system host automatically recites in intonation: Between me and Xu Gong of the North City, who is more handsome?

"Hmm..." Chaochao tilted her head back, looked at the TV, compared the two for two seconds, and then answered seriously:

"White!"

Jiang Chi's fingertips paused, and he stared at the little dumpling with an expressionless face.

"Him?"

Is Qi Suzhe better looking than him?

Chaochao didn't recognize the black-clad swordsman on TV as Jiang Chi at all. With her limited experience at only three years old, she couldn't possibly imagine that her brother, who clearly had short hair, and the person on TV, who had long, flowing hair, could be the same person.

Completely oblivious to the danger, Chaochao nodded innocently and commented, "Yes, the brother in the white shirt can smile, that's handsome!"

The people in black aren't smiling, oh no, no way.

The system asked curiously, "Chaochao, who's better looking, your dad or the guy in the white shirt?"

Just look at the villain's perpetually icy face.

Without hesitation, Chaochao exclaimed, "Of course it's Daddy! Daddy looks the best no matter what!"

His tone was proud, head held high, and his voice brooked no argument.

at this time.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chi forced a smile, looked down at her, and said, "What do you think of me like this?"

"..." Chaochao's pupils dilated, and after a long silence, Jiang Chi was getting a little impatient. She reached out her little hand and carefully pulled the corner of the man's lips back with one finger on each side, her childish voice trembling: "Brother, don't laugh, I'm scared... No, no, you look better when you don't laugh..."

Jiang Chi's death stare.

Chaochao shuddered at the sudden activation of the danger radar, then carefully pushed his lips back, "Brother, brother, laugh if you want to..."

Little Winter Melon's eyes, unable to conceal anything, quietly shifted away.

I just won't look at it every day.

Tsk.

Jiang Chi laughed in anger.

When the four of them were eating lunch, Chaochao would always steal a glance at Jiang Chi next to her while diligently shoveling rice into her bowl.

Jiang Chi had a poor appetite; he mostly picked up the broccoli in front of him with his chopsticks, ate a few bites of the greens, and a bite or two of the crab meat.

Every day, she would write down what she saw in her little notebook.

My brother likes to eat that little green tree.

In the afternoon, Jiang Chi locked himself in the music room on the third floor to work on his compositions.

Chaochao wanted to strike up a conversation, but she couldn't find an opportunity.

When she woke up from her afternoon nap, the missing tendon had suddenly grown back.

Recalling Jiang Chi's taciturn and indifferent demeanor that morning, Chaochao sat on the bed, propping her head up, and realized a fact—

Is my brother angry?

She climbed out of bed and crawled into her wardrobe like a little hamster. In the lower left corner of the wardrobe was a box containing Chaochao's food reserves.

Chaochao pulled out her favorite bread and cookies, hesitated for a moment, grabbed a candy, hesitated again for a second, grabbed another candy, unwrapped it, and happily enjoyed one in the closet first. Finally, she hugged the snacks bulging in her arms and set off triumphantly.

However, as he passed by Huo Qin's study, he immediately crouched down and tiptoed furtively.

Shh, don't let Daddy find out.

Pushing open the door to Jiang Chi's music room, one finds an extremely spacious recording studio with huge floor-to-ceiling glass walls that block out most of the sound.

Jiang Chi was in the recording studio, his eyes down, tuning his instruments. As if sensing something, he looked up.

Through the glass, the pink little winter melon tried its best to stand on tiptoe and dump all the snacks from the pocket of its lower garment onto the coffee table.

Like a magical sixth sense, Chaochao, who had just set out the snacks and hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to them, tilted her head and looked over. Her soft, clear almond-shaped eyes met the cool, peach-blossom eyes on the other side of the glass.

Oh no, my brother found out!

Chaochao's eyes widened in an instant.