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.

may be fresh and

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

Blake was silent.

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 Blake’s remark.

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

so enticing that she

needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate until

scooped them up and placed

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and

Anthony and Blake could stop her, they

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down

fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

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.

a glimpse of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful

not let Granny see her like this!

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

nagging, “Eat well and stay

a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

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

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

“I don’t know

“Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

and replied while munching, “Daddy,

“And what if it

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

intrigued. “Is that so?”

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 be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in

you mean by that?”

for a moment and mumbled, “I mean,

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

and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in

took hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”