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.

pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We

if

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

her finger and asked,

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

cooking. Let’s wait for a

picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on

her mouth.

dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but

the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them

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

and Blake could stop her, they saw

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed

only to find that it

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips

Hmm…pouty lips…

Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else

swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression,

Granny see her like

father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her

kept nagging, “Eat

be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot

Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the

You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the

don’t know where Uncle

“Aren’t you skilled

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

“And what if

world. People who excel in fortune–telling

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

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

do you mean by that?”

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

continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

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

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a

Blake casually replied, “5.”