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.

While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be careful of parasites.”

if you want to take risks, but

Blake was silent.

his nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill

at

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

hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but drool.

more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

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

her mouth.

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

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly

her, they saw her

as tears streamed down

of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed

guzzling down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were

Hmm…pouty lips…

they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was

and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when

let Granny see her

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

kept nagging, “Eat

should always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot

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

here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle

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

you skilled

“Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done

“And what if

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

intrigued. “Is

secrets that can be unraveled… There are things that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions

“What do you mean by that?”

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

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

fascinated him, and he made up his

Blake’s hand and

thought, Blake