He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Lin Caiwei picked up the knife and fork; the silver cutlery felt wonderful to the touch.

She first cut a small piece of the Wagyu sandwich—from the side with the beef, the knife and fork making a slight crunch as they touched the crisp toast.

She picked up the sandwich with her fork and put it in her mouth.

Then, she immediately froze.

The beef melts almost instantly in your mouth, and the rich, oily aroma explodes like fireworks in your mouth, instantly filling every corner.

It wasn't the usual meaty flavor, but a rich, complex taste with milky and nutty aromas, so layered that it surprised her greatly.

The meat is extremely tender; it falls apart with the slightest touch of the teeth and requires almost no chewing.

The unique, slightly earthy flavor of the black truffle sauce perfectly balances the richness of the beef, while the scrambled eggs add a moist and creamy texture, making the overall flavor more harmonious.

Lin Caiwei unconsciously slowed down her chewing speed, savoring the taste.

She has been to many high-end restaurants and eaten many dishes made by famous chefs, but the taste of this Wagyu beef sandwich is definitely in the top three.

More importantly, did Chen Hao really make this?

She looked up at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was helping his daughter Sisi cool the steamed egg, gently stirring the custard with a spoon to let the steam escape. His movements were careful and natural, and he didn't notice her expression.

Lin Caiwei took another bite of the crab meat salad.

The sweetness of the king crab leg meat is enhanced by a touch of mayonnaise, while the tangy lemon juice adds a refreshing touch. The fennel-like aroma of dill lingers on the tongue, eliminating any fishy smell that seafood might have.

The toast itself is also excellent—the crust is slightly crispy, while the inside is exceptionally soft, with the aroma of butter and eggs, a unique texture found only in brioche bread.

"Mommy, is it delicious?" Sisi had already taken a bite of the steamed egg, with a little bit of egg custard still on the corner of her mouth, and asked expectantly with her big eyes.

Lin Caiwei nodded, her voice carrying a hint of undisguised surprise:

"It's delicious...it's especially delicious." She was telling the truth, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

"Right! I told you Dad's breakfast is the best!"

Sisi said proudly, her chin held high, as if she had made the breakfast herself.

"Mom, try this steamed egg again! Sisi loves Dad's steamed egg the most! It's a hundred times better than the one at kindergarten!"

Lin Caiwei scooped a small spoonful of shrimp and steamed egg with Sisi's little spoon—Sisi had offered her own spoon.

The steamed egg custard is as smooth as the finest pudding, melting in your mouth.

The umami flavor of the broth permeates the entire dish, making every bite a rich and savory experience with dried scallops.

The shrimp are springy and the peas are sweet.

This was absolutely the best steamed egg she had ever eaten—including in those Michelin three-star restaurants.

She also tried chicken and mushroom congee.

Scoop up a spoonful; the porridge is thick, and the rice grains have almost completely dissolved, forming a smooth porridge base.

The minced chicken is finely chopped but still tender, the mushrooms are fragrant, and the fried garlic crisps add a touch of crunch and garlic flavor.

A simple porridge dish, yet it has an extraordinary flavor.

Finally, there's tiramisu.

She picked up a small spoon and scooped a spoonful from the rim of the glass.

The aromas of coffee and rum are perfectly balanced, not too strong, the cheese filling is light and creamy, melts in your mouth, and the sweetness is just right, not cloying.

The ladyfingers were moist but not overly soft, retaining a bit of texture.

The slight bitterness of cocoa powder adds more layers to the sweetness.

Lin Caiwei tried each dish one by one, and with each one, her surprise grew.

This goes beyond simply "knowing how to cook"; it's at the level of a professional chef, and a top-notch one at that.

After she had tasted everything, she finally couldn't help but look up at Chen Hao sitting opposite her.

Chen Hao was drinking coffee, his movements casual and natural, when he noticed Lin Caiwei's gaze and looked up:

"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?"

"No..." Lin Caiwei shook her head, her expression complex, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"It's so delicious. Did you really make all of this? From start to finish?"

Chen Hao smiled and nodded, pointing towards the kitchen:

"Yes. The fridge is full of ingredients, so I'll cook a few more dishes. Sisi is growing, and you just got back, so she needs to eat something good."

"You... studied cooking before?" Lin Caiwei asked with a curious look.

"I've learned a little," Chen Hao said modestly, putting down his coffee cup and smiling slightly.

"It's mainly because I'm interested in it. I look at recipes and watch videos, and gradually figure it out. My cooking skills are average, just home-style cooking."

Lin Caiwei almost choked on the orange juice she had just drunk.

She coughed twice, pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and then looked at Chen Hao with a "Are you kidding me?" look.

"You call this mediocre cooking?" She pointed to the breakfast on the table, ordering each item one by one.

"This Wagyu beef sandwich is cooked to perfection, the beef is cooked to the perfect doneness, and the amount of black truffle sauce is just right."

This steamed egg is so tender and smooth, without a single bubble, and the umami flavor of the broth is completely infused into it.

This porridge is made with rice grains that have been cooked until they bloom but are not mushy, and the consistency is just right…

She paused, looked into Chen Hao's eyes, and spoke earnestly, without the slightest exaggeration:

"Chen Hao, your skill level is comparable to that of a chef in a five-star hotel, and even... I think you do better than the head chefs of many high-end restaurants."

This isn't just polite talk; it's a serious assessment.

Chen Hao felt a little embarrassed after she said that.

He scratched his head: "It's not that exaggerated, it's just a matter of practicing more. As long as you like it."

"I like it, of course I like it." Lin Caiwei cut another piece of sandwich, this time a larger one.

"To be honest, I was surprised."

It's not just about cooking skills.

She recalled Chen Hao's calm and professional handling of her foot injury last night, his patience and meticulous care for Sisi, and how much more composed Chen Hao seemed to have become.

Sisi couldn't understand the adults' complicated conversation; she just focused on eating her steamed egg and porridge.

Her little mouth was all greasy from eating, and she would occasionally look up at her mother and then at her father, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

With her parents by her side, enjoying such a delicious breakfast together, she felt this was the happiest thing.

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food, mingled with the richness of coffee and the freshness of orange juice.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright spots of light on one corner of the dining table.

The family of three sat around the dining table, quietly eating breakfast, with only the soft clinking of cutlery and Sisi's occasional satisfied humming.

This morning was peaceful, warm, and filled with the aroma of food and the smell of home.