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

The classroom was quiet for a few seconds.

Then, the music teacher was the first to clap enthusiastically, her face full of surprise and appreciation:

"That was fantastic! Sisi, you sang so well! Teacher gives you a huge thumbs up!"

Although the other children didn't understand singing techniques, they could intuitively feel that it sounded "good" and "amazing".

Seeing the teacher clap, they all joined in, their eyes filled with admiration and envy as they looked at Sisi.

"Lin Sisi sings so beautifully!"

"Sisi is so amazing!"

Hearing everyone's praise and applause, Sisi was even happier and proudly raised her little chin.

Although her teachers and classmates may still not believe that her father wrote the song, they like her singing, and that is enough to make her happy.

The music teacher walked up to Sisi, squatted down, and looked at her intently: "Sisi, you sang really, really well."

Your pitch, sense of rhythm, and expression of emotion in this song far exceeded your teacher's expectations.

You're such a singing prodigy!

She took a bright red flower from the box on the podium and carefully pinned it to Sisi's chest:

"This little red flower is a reward for your courage to come up and perform, and also a reward for your excellent singing!"

I hope you can continue to love singing and maintain this joy and confidence.

Sisi looked down at the little red flower on her chest, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile: "Thank you, teacher!"

The music teacher stood up, her opinion of the little girl rising even higher.

Regardless of whether her father wrote the song or not, the child's musical talent is undeniable.

With a naturally gifted voice, and a musicality and expressiveness far exceeding those of his peers, he is sure to have a bright future in music if properly nurtured.

She didn't know that Sisi's mother was Lin Caiwei, a top pop star in the music scene today, and Sisi had perfectly inherited her mother's beautiful voice.

What she didn't know was that Sisi's father, Chen Hao, not only possessed master-level singing skills,

While teaching her daughter, I also subtly passed on some of the most basic and natural vocalization and breathing techniques to her.

This gives Sisi's singing a more "professional" feel compared to that of ordinary children.

……

Around 4 p.m., Chen Hao parked his car near St. John's International Bilingual Kindergarten.

He walked to the familiar waiting area at the kindergarten entrance, where many parents had already gathered to pick up their children.

The school bell rang, and soon after, the children from each class, led by their teachers, walked out of the kindergarten in neat lines one after another.

Chen Hao searched through the crowd and soon spotted a familiar figure wearing a light yellow dress and carrying a pink backpack.

Sisi saw him almost at the same time, and immediately stood on tiptoe excitedly, waving vigorously at him.

A big smile bloomed on her little face, her mouth opening and closing. Although he couldn't hear clearly, Chen Hao knew she must be calling "Daddy."

The teacher led Sisi to the door and let go of her hand.

Sisi, like a happy little bird, swiftly flew through the crowd and rushed towards Chen Hao.

Chen Hao bent down, opened his arms, and steadily caught the little girl who had rushed into his arms. He then picked her up and kissed her soft cheek.

"Daddy!" Sisi hugged his neck, her voice full of joy, "I got another little red flower today!"

"Oh? Really? Our Sisi is so amazing!" Chen Hao asked with a smile as he carried her towards the parking lot.

"Tell Daddy why you got your little red flower again today?"

"Because of singing!" Sisi couldn't wait to share her joy.

"In music class today, the teacher said she was going to teach us to sing 'Sisi's Rainbow Bridge'!"

Chen Hao paused slightly, somewhat surprised: "Hmm? Teach this song?"

"Yes!" Sisi nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.

"Then I raised my hand and told the teacher, 'This song was written by my dad! Sisi in the song title is me!'"

Chen Hao laughed; he could picture the scene: "Did the teachers and students believe it?"

"They didn't believe me at first," Sisi wrinkled her little nose, but then became smug again.

"But the teacher asked me if I could sing, and I said I could! So the teacher let me sing it for everyone."

Then I sang! The teacher praised me for singing really well and even led the applause! The other children clapped along! The teacher rewarded me with a little red flower!

As she spoke, she puffed out her small chest, letting Chen Hao see the bright red flower pinned to her skirt, her face clearly saying, "Praise me!"

A warm feeling and a sense of pride welled up in Chen Hao's heart.

He kissed his daughter's forehead and sincerely praised her:

"Sisi, you're amazing! You must have sung exceptionally well, that's why your teacher gave you a little red flower. Dad is so proud of you."

"Daddy's the best!" Sisi hugged his neck tightly, pressed her little face against his, and said with dependence and admiration.

"The nursery rhyme that Dad wrote is really nice, and he even taught Sisi to sing it."

Sisi is able to sing so well because she has such a good teacher as her father!

Chen Hao's heart was completely melted by his daughter's thoughtful words.

He held Sisi in his arms, feeling the warmth and trust emanating from her small body, and felt that all his efforts and changes had gained the most precious meaning.

"Come on, let's go home. Dad made your favorite strawberry pudding."

Chen Hao opened the back door, carefully placed Sisi into the child safety seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

"Yay! Daddy's the best!" Sisi happily swung her little feet.

The car drove smoothly towards home, the cheerful sound of Sisi humming "Sisi's Rainbow Bridge" echoing in the carriage, along with the gentle smile that never faded from Chen Hao's lips.

……

Back home, Chen Hao let Sisi play by herself in the living room for a while, while he tied on an apron and went into the kitchen.

The refrigerator is full of food.

He took out a fresh chicken breast, several brightly colored vegetables—broccoli, carrots, bell peppers, and a small box of soft tofu.

Tonight he plans to make a refreshing stir-fried broccoli and chicken, a home-style Mapo Tofu (less spicy version), and a tomato and egg soup.

All of these dishes are nutritionally balanced and suit Sisi's taste.

He handled the ingredients with practiced ease, the sound of him chopping vegetables rhythmic.

Cut the chicken breast into even small cubes, and marinate with a little cooking wine, light soy sauce and starch.

Break the broccoli into small florets, and cut the carrots and bell peppers into diamond-shaped slices.

Cut the tofu into cubes and peel and dice the tomatoes.

Heat oil in a wok, sauté minced garlic until fragrant, then add diced chicken and stir-fry until it changes color. Remove from the wok and serve.

Stir-fry the vegetables in the remaining oil until just cooked, then add the diced chicken back in, season, thicken with a light cornstarch slurry, and a delicious and visually appealing broccoli and chicken stir-fry is ready to serve.

The key to Mapo Tofu lies in the aroma of fermented soybean paste and Sichuan peppercorn powder, and the final spoonful of thickening sauce that coats each piece of tofu.

Tomato and egg soup should have a clear broth and smooth, tender egg flowers.