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.

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

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

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not

“It still needs some more cooking. Let’s

Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

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

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

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her

stop her, they saw her spitting out

her tongue as tears streamed

of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a carton

guzzling down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from

Hmm…pouty lips…

situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately,

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

let Granny see her like

find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her consent.

nagging, “Eat well

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

Blake caught sight of the man in black on the

You could have

don’t know where Uncle Cloud

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you

questioned, “And what if

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

intrigued. “Is

are things that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in the north but fail in the

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

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

foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.”

fascinated him, and he made up his mind to

hand and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

thought, Blake casually replied,