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.

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

message. “It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

rubbed his nose, leaned back in 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

was speechless at

and asked, “So, should we continue

hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but drool.

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

the other side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped it into

her mouth.

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

cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each

pepper and

Anthony and Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

and Blake, the 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

chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her

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

Granny see

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

even when enjoying a

on the surveillance footage, still roaming the

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

don’t know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in

munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling

what if

head. “That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access

intrigued. “Is

proceeded to share what she had learned from 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

you mean by that?”

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

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

It fascinated him, and he made up

and said, “Pick a number,

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”