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,

the message. “It’s fine if you want to take

Blake was silent.

“It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill the worm.”

speechless at Blake’s

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we

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

more cooking. Let’s wait for a few

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

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate until

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them

pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her face.

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

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

glimpse of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips

could not let Granny see

to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her

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

priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

on the surveillance footage,

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

head. “I don’t know where

you

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

“And what if it

about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might

intrigued. “Is that so?”

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,

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

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

own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.”

him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the future.

and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”