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.

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

“It’s fine if you want to take risks, but

Blake was silent.

leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the

at

on her finger and asked, “So, should

the hot pot was so enticing that

still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for

a piece of meat,

her mouth.

food was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as

Anthony scooped them up

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper

could stop her, they saw her spitting out

out her tongue as tears streamed down

figures, were 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

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

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

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

could not let Granny see her

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

kept nagging, “Eat well and

be a priority, even when enjoying a

black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of

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

her head. “I don’t know where Uncle

you skilled in fortune–telling?”

while munching, “Daddy, do you think

what if it

“That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel

intrigued. “Is that so?”

and individuals involved. 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 that must remain

you mean

moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s

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

It fascinated him, and he made up his mind

took hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a

thought, Blake casually