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.

had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully

glanced at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t

Blake was silent.

nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey

speechless at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So, should

the hot pot was so enticing that she

cooking. Let’s wait for

a piece of meat,

her mouth.

the food was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and

stop her, they saw her spitting out the

as tears streamed down

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

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen

Hmm…pouty lips…

the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else

asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you

could not let Granny see her

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

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat

always be a priority, even when enjoying a

their meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance

have to come here in person. You could have just

shook her head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is

“Aren’t you skilled in

while munching, “Daddy,

questioned, “And what if it can?”

about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in

“Is that

Pablo. “Fortune–telling has its timing, location, and individuals involved. Sometimes the 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

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

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

interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be

words. It fascinated him, and he made up

took hold of Blake’s hand and said,

Blake