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.

may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be careful of

fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag

Blake was silent.

his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill the worm.”

speechless at Blake’s remark.

on her finger and asked,

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

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

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on

her mouth.

not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but

Anthony scooped them

meat in pepper

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

her tongue as tears

two towering figures, were in a 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 carton of milk for

Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present,

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

could not let Granny see her like

her father, Bettany was not pleased but

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

a priority, even when

in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city

here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle

“I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

snorted. “Aren’t you

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

what if it can?”

world. People who excel in fortune–telling

intrigued. “Is

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

you mean by

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

Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of

pondered over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind

Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

Blake casually replied,