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.

“It’s not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not

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

Blake was silent.

lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey

was speechless at Blake’s remark.

finger and asked, “So, should we continue

the hot pot was so enticing that she could

some more cooking. Let’s wait for a

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped

her mouth.

of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her

scooped them up and placed them in each of their bowls.

in pepper

they saw her spitting

stuck out her tongue as

figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding

soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced

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

let Granny see her like

when she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage,

You could have just told me where

“I don’t know where Uncle Cloud

you

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

what if

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

“Is that

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 unsaid… Some predictions

“What do you mean

moment and mumbled, “I

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

It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

hand and said, “Pick

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”