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

fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it,

Blake was silent.

the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill the worm.”

speechless at Blake’s

on her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

of the hot pot was so enticing

some more cooking. Let’s

a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

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

them up and placed them in each of their bowls.

the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting

tongue as tears streamed down her

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

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

not let Granny see her

when she told Bettany her plan to find her father,

“Eat well and

priority, even when enjoying a hot

the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the county.

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

head. “I don’t know where Uncle

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

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

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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

grew intrigued. “Is

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, while others require the

do you mean by

mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to

Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

he made up his mind to

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

Blake casually