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.

hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s

if you

Blake was silent.

rubbed his nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the

was speechless at

finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but

said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let’s

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

her mouth.

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

the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

they saw her spitting out

tongue as tears streamed down

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

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present,

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

Granny see her like

she told Bettany her plan to find her father,

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

be a priority, even when enjoying

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

here in person. You could have just told

shook her head. “I don’t know

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

while munching, “Daddy, do you

what if

the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might

intrigued. “Is that so?”

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 the north but fail in the south. There are fortune- telling methods that rely on a written word from the seeker, while others require the seeker to utter a specific

“What do you mean by

a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend

“Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin

made up his mind to learn

hand and said, “Pick a

Blake casually replied,