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 tender, it’s not fully cooked. We

fine if you want to take risks,

Blake was silent.

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

was speechless at

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help

needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

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

her mouth.

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

food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them

the meat in pepper

could stop her, they saw

as tears

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

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

could not let Granny see her like

told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

should always be a priority, even when enjoying

black on the surveillance footage, still

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

head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud

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

munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime,

what

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

intrigued. “Is

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

you

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long–winded…”

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

him, and he made up his mind

hand and

thought, Blake