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.

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

“It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it, man.”

Blake was silent.

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

was speechless at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So, should

the hot pot was so enticing that she could

more cooking. Let’s wait

up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging,

Anthony scooped them up and placed

pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her

stop her, they

her tongue as tears streamed down her

Blake, the two towering figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find

milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen

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 would have faced her wrath.

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

not let Granny

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

kept nagging, “Eat well and

priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city

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

“I don’t know where Uncle

you skilled in fortune–telling?”

and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually,

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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 knowledge.”

intrigued. “Is that

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

“What do you mean

mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

foundation and cannot

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

and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

thought, Blake casually replied,