The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi opened the refrigerator and took out two eggs.

Then he took out a frying pan and placed it on the stove.

Heat oil in a wok.

His movements were fluid and graceful, though they looked somewhat comical due to his height and wingspan.

The oil temperature gradually rose, and smoke began to rise from the pot.

Chen Zhi picked up an egg and gently tapped it on the edge of the pot.

"Click."

A perfect crack appeared in the eggshell.

He snapped it open with one hand.

The egg mixture fell smoothly into the pan.

"Sizzle—"

The hot oil and egg mixture made a wonderful sound as they came into contact.

A rich, caramelized aroma filled the small kitchen.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Lin Wanwan sniffed, and saliva actually started to drip down her chin.

She clung to the edge of the counter, wishing she could stick her head into the pot.

"Zhizhi, you're amazing!"

"You're the most amazing Zhizhi in the whole world!"

The compliments poured out like they were free.

Chen Zhi's lips curled up slightly, feeling quite pleased.

Although it's just a simple fried egg, in the eyes of a foodie, it's nothing short of a miracle.

He picked up the spatula and carefully flipped the egg over.

Golden color, crispy edges, and runny yolk.

perfect.

Just then, the kettle next to me made a "whooshing" sound, followed by a click.

The water has boiled.

A plume of white steam shot out from the spout.

"The water's boiling! The water's boiling!"

Lin Wanwan exclaimed excitedly.

She watched as Chen Zhi was focused on dealing with the second egg, seemingly unable to free his hands.

A strong urge to perform welled up inside me.

Zhizhi made her an egg, and she wanted to pour water for Zhizhi in return!

"I'll pour the water!"

Lin Wanwan volunteered to shout it out.

Before Chen Zhi could react, she had already reached out her little hand.

But the kettle was filled with boiling water, a generous amount.

Even Chen Zhi had difficulty lifting it, let alone Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan stood on tiptoe and gripped the handle of the kettle with both hands.

"Don't move!"

Chen Zhi turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

But it was too late.

Lin Wanwan overestimated her strength and underestimated the weight of the boiling water.

The moment the kettle left its base, gravity instantly taught her a lesson.

Her wrist couldn't withstand the weight and suddenly sank down.

The teapot tilted violently.

Boiling water gushed out from the spout of the kettle.

And that direction was directly facing Lin Wanwan's chest and face!

"ah--"

Lin Wanwan stared wide-eyed in horror as the steaming water was splashed toward her.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Chen Zhi's mind went blank.

There was no room for thought.

There was no process of weighing the pros and cons.

He suddenly threw down the spatula and lunged off the stool.

He instinctively used his left arm to block the water bottle.

He forcefully pulled Lin Wanwan away with his right hand.

"Splash!"

Boiling water was poured onto Chen Zhi's left forearm without reservation.

That temperature far exceeded the limits that the skin could withstand.

"hiss--"

Chen Zhi gasped, his face contorting instantly.

The nerve endings are frantically sending dangerous signals to the brain.

Clang!

The kettle fell to the ground and rolled a long way, spilling the remaining boiling water all over the floor, steaming.

Lin Wanwan was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

She stood there, staring blankly at Chen Zhi's arm.

Her originally fair skin turned bright red at a visible speed, and then quickly developed a layer of terrifying white blisters.

In some places, the skin and flesh were even torn apart, a shocking sight.

"Know...know know..."

Lin Wanwan's voice trembled, tinged with tears.

Her face was deathly pale, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Chen Zhi gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

This four-and-a-half-year-old body seems to have pain receptors that are more sensitive than those of an adult.

He felt as if his entire forearm was being roasted over a fire.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

Despite the excruciating pain, he used his right hand to pull Lin Wanwan away from the scalding water.

"Don't step in the water...it's hot..."

Chen Zhi squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice terribly hoarse.

He glanced down at his left arm.

It was red, swollen, and blistered; it was a terrible sight.

This is it.

This is not a minor injury that can be fixed with a band-aid.

It might leave a scar.

It could even damage nerves.

"Wow--!!!"

Lin Wanwan finally reacted and let out a deafening wail.

It was fear, guilt, and heartache.

She looked at Chen Zhi's terrifying arm, wanting to reach out and touch it, but not daring to.

"Waaaaah... Zhizhi... I'm sorry... Waaaaah..."

"It's bleeding...it's so scary...waaaaah..."

"I want my mom... I want to save Zhizhi..."

The little girl cried her heart out, gasping for breath.

Chen Zhi leaned against the kitchen counter, panting heavily, trying to relieve the pain with deep breaths.

But the effect was minimal.

The burning sensation traveled up my arm and straight to the top of my head.

He felt like he was about to faint.

But he knew he couldn't faint.

There are only two four-year-old children in the family.

If he faints, Lin Wanwan, that silly girl, can't do anything but cry.

"Don't...don't cry..."

Chen Zhi used all his strength to shout.

Although the voice was not loud, it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Lin Wanwan's crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at him, still sobbing.

"Go...turn on the tap..."

Chen Zhi pointed to the water tank.

"Cold water...turn it on full blast..."

Lin Wanwan wiped away her tears and nodded hurriedly.

She scrambled onto the stool, using both her hands and feet, and turned the faucet all the way down.

"Splash splash splash—"

The icy tap water gushed out.

Chen Zhi gritted his teeth and put his scalded left arm under the running water.

"Sizzle—"

The instant the cold water touched his scalding skin, the sensation of being hit by both ice and fire almost made him cry out.

But then, the piercing burning sensation subsided slightly.

Rinse with water.

Continuously flush.

This is the first principle of burn first aid.

Chen Zhi stared intently at the wound being washed away by the water, his mind racing as he planned his next move.

You must go to the hospital immediately.

But there were no adults around.

How do I get there?

"Wanwan..."

Chen Zhi turned his head and looked at his little Qingmei, who was still sobbing beside him.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were completely bloodless.

"Go call...your dad..."

Do you know...the number?

Lin Wanwan nodded vigorously, tears flying out.

"I know! I know!"

Her mother forced her to memorize it, saying that she must remember her parents' numbers if she encountered danger.

Unexpectedly, we really encountered danger.

"Go to the living room to make the call."

"Go quickly!"

Chen Zhi growled.

Lin Wanwan jumped off the stool, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and rushed barefoot into the living room.

The sound of the receiver being picked up.

The sound of dialing.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

In the kitchen, the sound of running water continued.

Chen Zhi felt as if his hands no longer belonged to him.

The pain was draining his energy.

at last.

Lin Wanwan's tearful cries echoed from the living room.

"Dad! Help!"

"Zhizhi, Zhizhi is ripe!"