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 fresh and

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

Blake was silent.

the strong prey on the

at Blake’s

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

was so enticing that she could not

Blake said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes, Lilly.”

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

her mouth.

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

thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and

they

as

in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it

soy milk, Lilly’s lips

Hmm…pouty lips…

men couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately,

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

let Granny

find her father, Bettany was not pleased

kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main

in person. You could have just told

head. “I don’t know

you

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

what if it can?”

a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have

“Is that so?”

and secrets that can be unraveled… There are things that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work

you

for a moment and mumbled, “I mean,

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

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

and said, “Pick

much thought, Blake