Spoiled by Eight Uncles

In a small streetside hot pot restaurant with limited space, two tall and striking men sat at a table.

Beside them was a woman with an icy demeanor and an incredibly adorable little girl.

Lilly held a small bowl in both hands. The newly served hot pot was split into two different soups, with a non–spicy chicken soup base. Lilly took a sip and found it to be delicious and aromatic.

“Mmm, it’s so good!” Lilly’s face lit up with delight.

Lisa followed Lilly’s lead, also holding her bowl with both hands and quickly downing a bowl of chicken soup.

“So yummy!” she exclaimed as well.

Lilly chuckled, gazing at the simmering hairy belly, bloody meat, shrimp, and crispy duck intestines in the spicy pot.

“Are they ready to be eaten yet?” The little one stared at the hot pot without blinking.

Lilly’s presence eased Blake’s tension.

Lilly was here, and he could also access the plug–in.

There was no need to rush to find Cloud at the moment.

Let’s focus on enjoying the hot pot.

Blake skillfully picked up a piece of pork belly and said, “It’s ready to eat.”

Anthony frowned. “Cook it a bit longer.”

Blake retorted, “There’s a way to cook it so that it’ll taste better.”

“If you swish the pork belly in the hot pot, it’ll be perfectly cooked.”

Anthony was silent.

Blake exclaimed, “I’m serious, why would I lie to you?”

Having traveled the world and experienced various hardships, including dining at countless street stalls, Blake knew that the method was the best way to enjoy pork belly.

Anthony pushed Blake’s cutlery back into the hot pot.

He knew what Blake was about to say, and said, “Do you mom smack you?”

Blake promptly withdrew his cutlery.

casually added, “It’s not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh

“It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the

at Blake’s remark.

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

pot was so enticing that she could

Blake said, “It still needs some more cooking.

already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she watched.

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of

the meat in pepper and

stop her, they saw her spitting

her tongue as

state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a

Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her wrath.

mournful expression, “Daddy,

Granny

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave

nagging, “Eat well and

a priority, even when enjoying a hot

of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main

have to come here in person. You could have just

head. “I don’t know where

“Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

and replied while munching, “Daddy, do

questioned, “And what if it can?”

misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access

grew intrigued. “Is

opportunity arises, and sometimes it doesn’t. There are mysteries that cannot be unveiled and secrets that can be unraveled… There are things that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in the north but fail in the south. There are fortune- telling methods that rely on a

“What do you mean by that?”

paused for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations

continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.”

he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the future.

took hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number,

much thought, Blake casually