Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

"Babe, you go first—ah," Chu Huahuan had just started to say something when oil suddenly burst from the pot, splattering onto the back of her hand. It immediately turned the skin on her hand red.

"Mommy, it hurts." Wang Tianyu’s tears welled up as he tugged at his pants.

Chu Huahuan had no choice; the stove in the countryside didn’t allow for a quick cessation of the fire, so she could only add a ladle of water to the pot.

Then she led Wang Tianyu inside, "Husband, go get some water. I’m going to give Yu a bath."

"Got it."

Wang Shu reluctantly picked up a thermos, poured a big basin of hot water, and said, "There, ready for the bath."

By this time, Chu Huahuan had already removed Wang Tianyu’s dirty clothes and was ready to bathe him.

Habitually, she reached into the basin to test the temperature. As soon as she put her hand in, she screamed, "Ow, ow, it’s so hot!"

She pulled her hand out, and the previously delicate skin was now a large patch of red from the burn.

"Is it that hot? Didn’t you ask me to pour water from the thermos?" Wang Shu tried to shift the blame subconsciously.