My Best Friend Begged Me to Be a Stay-at-Home Dad for the CEO Goddess - Chapter 20:

Chapter 20: Jiang Ning’s Cooking Is Better Than a Chef’s!

While they were eating, Su Che stared at the empty fish plate and sighed, “Old Jiang, I don’t know what kind of miracle happened to you. Seriously, your cooking is on another level.”

He meant every word. This wasn’t flattery.

He’d had fine dining, tried Michelin-starred cuisine—but Jiang Ning’s dishes were not only rich in flavor, they also had a certain warmth to them. They didn’t just fill the stomach, they satisfied the soul.

Even Mengmeng, who usually picked at her food, ate two small bowls of rice.

If that wasn’t proof enough, what was?

“Old Su, you’re exaggerating. I just enjoy cooking and practiced more,” Jiang Ning replied with a calm smile.

He couldn’t tell Su Che the truth about the system. That would sound too absurd.

“It’s not exaggeration, it’s fact! I’ve decided—once I get home, I’ll edit and upload the video of you making steamed fish. I bet you’ll go viral!” Su Che said excitedly.

Jiang Ning frowned slightly. “Don’t. I don’t want to be in the spotlight.”

“Don’t worry, I only filmed your hands and the ingredients. Not even a shadow of your face,” Su Che said with a grin. “Besides, your food deserves more people knowing about it. It would be a shame to keep it hidden.”

Jiang Ning thought for a moment and finally nodded. “Alright. Do what you want.”

“Awesome!” Su Che quickly took out his phone and began editing the footage.

He was quite skilled at this, adding background music, subtitles, transitions—everything was smooth and professional.

After twenty minutes, the edited video was ready. He logged into his short video account and titled it: “Master Chef Hidden in the City—You Won’t Believe This Steamed Fish Was Made by a Man!”

He then added tags: #FoodieHeaven #GourmetLife #SteamedFish

Not long after it was posted, the comment section exploded.

“Who is this mysterious chef? The plating alone makes my mouth water!”

“This looks better than restaurant food. I want to lick the screen!”

“I followed! Please share the recipe!”

“Where’s the restaurant? I’m going right now!”

In less than five minutes, the video had racked up tens of thousands of views. It was already trending.

Su Che’s expression turned smug. “Told you, Old Jiang. You’re sitting on a goldmine. I’m telling you, if you quit your job and become a full-time chef, you’d earn way more.”

Jiang Ning shook his head. “Not interested.”

He just wanted a peaceful life, take care of Mengmeng, and occasionally cook.

The system was good enough for him to earn money steadily. Fame? No thanks.

Su Che sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Just don’t say I didn’t give you a way to get rich.”

After eating, Jiang Ning washed the dishes, then took Mengmeng to play for a while. She was already dozing off by the time it hit 9:00 p.m., so he carried her to bed.

The next day.

At 6:00 a.m., Jiang Ning got up early, just like always. He cleaned the house, made breakfast, and woke Mengmeng up right on time.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep, but when she smelled the warm milk and freshly made pancakes, she instantly smiled.

After breakfast, he took her outside for a morning walk, played with her in the park, then came back to teach her drawing.

Time passed quickly in this well-paced rhythm.

At noon, Su Che returned.

“Old Jiang, good news!” he shouted as he walked into the living room.

Jiang Ning looked up from the sketch he was guiding Mengmeng through and asked, “What is it?”

“That steamed fish video went viral. It’s on the trending page now. My followers skyrocketed from 50,000 to 200,000 overnight!” Su Che said, barely containing his excitement.

“Congrats.” Jiang Ning chuckled, “But again, that’s your video, not mine.”

Su Che grinned. “But you’re the soul of it. They’re all asking for more videos of ‘that mysterious chef’s hands.’”

“I’m not interested in that kind of attention,” Jiang Ning said calmly.

“Fine, fine. Anyway, I just came to say hi. I’ll be leaving now. Let’s hang out again sometime,” Su Che said, waving as he left.

Watching his old friend go, Jiang Ning smiled and shook his head. Then he turned back to Mengmeng and said gently, “Let’s keep drawing, okay?”

“Okay!” Mengmeng giggled, holding her crayon and drawing with focus.

Peaceful days continued like this. Carefree and warm.