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.

like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be

seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it, man.”

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s

on her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

was so enticing that she could not help

still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a

had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on

her mouth.

sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were

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

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper

they saw her spitting out

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down

of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot,

milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

let Granny see her

she told Bettany her plan to find her father,

kept nagging, “Eat

priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

of the man in black on the surveillance footage,

You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the phone.”

don’t know

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

while munching, “Daddy, do you think

what

misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who

“Is that so?”

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-

asked, “What do you mean by

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend

continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

and he made up his mind to

and said,

thought, Blake casually replied,