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.

casually added, “It’s not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be careful of

seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t

Blake was silent.

rubbed his nose, leaned 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 the

was speechless at

asked,

was so enticing that she could not help but drool.

some more cooking.

had already picked up a piece

her mouth.

sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help

when the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them

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

stop her, they saw her spitting out the

out her tongue as tears streamed down her

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

milk, Lilly’s lips

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.

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

let Granny

she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her consent.

“Eat well

be a priority, even when enjoying a

Blake 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 me where Uncle

don’t know where Uncle Cloud

“Aren’t you

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

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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

grew 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

you

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

requires a foundation and

pondered over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind

and

much thought, Blake casually