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.

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

glanced at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s

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

of the hot pot was so enticing that

more cooking. Let’s

picked up a piece

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate

cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them

in pepper and eagerly

could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy meat.

tongue as

grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it

chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips

Hmm…pouty lips…

couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else

of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my

could not let Granny see her like this!

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

kept nagging, “Eat well

be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

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

have to come here in person. You could have just

know where

you

while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime,

what

a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

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 written word from the seeker, while others require the

you mean

moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

foundation and cannot

and he made up

took hold of Blake’s hand and said,

thought, Blake casually replied,