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

seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks,

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at

finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

hot pot was so enticing that she could not

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

a piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

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

cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper

her, they saw her spitting out

tongue as tears

glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else

asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my

let Granny see

find her father, Bettany

kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

a priority, even when enjoying a

their meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage,

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

shook her head. “I don’t know where Uncle

you

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do

“And what if it can?”

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

intrigued. “Is that so?”

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

“What do you mean by

a moment and mumbled, “I

a foundation and cannot be done

words. It fascinated him, and he made

hand and said, “Pick

thought, Blake casually