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.

pot before. While it may be fresh and

the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me

Blake was silent.

lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak.

was speechless at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

the hot pot was so enticing that she could not

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

side, Lisa had already picked up a piece

her mouth.

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

cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in

in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her

her, they saw her spitting

as tears streamed down her face.

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 he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a

guzzling down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

Granny see her

father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually

kept nagging, “Eat well

should always be a priority, even when

Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance

you didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told

“I don’t know where

“Aren’t you

replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think

what

“That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People

intrigued. “Is that

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

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation

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

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a

thought, Blake casually