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

glanced at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it, man.”

Blake was silent.

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

was speechless at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

the hot pot was so enticing that she could not

cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

a piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her

thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of

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

Blake could stop her, they saw

her tongue as

grabbed a glass of water, only to find

Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

not let Granny see

to find her father, Bettany was not

nagging, “Eat well and stay

should always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot

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

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

“I don’t know where Uncle

you skilled in

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

questioned, “And what

People who excel in

“Is

“Fortune–telling has its timing, location, 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 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 seeker to utter

asked, “What do you

mumbled, “I mean,

foundation and cannot be done

her words. It fascinated him, and he made

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

Blake casually replied,