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.

While it may be

eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want

Blake was silent.

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

at Blake’s remark.

asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

was so enticing that

some more cooking.

already picked up a piece

her mouth.

dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her

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

the meat in pepper and

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting

Lilly stuck out her tongue as

to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a carton of milk for Lilly.

soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

let Granny see her like

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

nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

should always be a priority, even when enjoying

caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage,

in person. You could have

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

you

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done

what if it can?”

in the world. People who

“Is

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 a written word from the seeker, while

do you mean

a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long–winded…”

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

It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the future.

hand and said,

thought, Blake casually