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.

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

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

Blake was silent.

natural selection, the

at Blake’s

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

pot was so enticing

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

picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and

her mouth.

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

Anthony scooped them

in pepper and eagerly

they

her tongue as

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

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching temperature.

Hmm…pouty lips…

Fortunately, the old lady was not

asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do

could not let Granny see her like this!

find her father, Bettany was

nagging, “Eat well and stay

a priority, even when enjoying a hot

Blake caught sight of the man in black on

in person. You could have just

don’t know where

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

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

“And what if

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

“Is

and secrets that can be unraveled… There are things that can be told and things that must

asked, “What do you mean by

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

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

and he made up his mind to learn

and said,

Blake casually replied, “5.”