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.

I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and

the message. “It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the

speechless at

her finger and asked, “So,

enticing that she could not help but drool.

some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few

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

her mouth.

taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she

Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of

rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

Blake could stop her, they saw her

her tongue as tears streamed down her

of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a carton

milk, Lilly’s lips were

Hmm…pouty lips…

Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her

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

Granny see her like

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

nagging, “Eat well and

a priority, even when enjoying a

sight of the man in black on the

to come here in person. You could have just told

“I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

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

and replied while munching, “Daddy,

what if it

“That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access

grew intrigued. “Is

that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in

you mean by

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

foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.”

made up his mind to

and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”