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.

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

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

speechless at Blake’s

her finger and asked, “So, should we

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

more cooking.

the other side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on

her mouth.

delicious the food was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched.

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

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly

could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

as tears streamed down her face.

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

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

left speechless. Fortunately, the

glimpse of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we go

not let Granny see

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

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

a priority, even when enjoying a hot

on the surveillance footage,

have to come here in person. You could have just told me where

shook her head. “I don’t know

“Aren’t you skilled

non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you

“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 access to all knowledge.”

“Is

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

do you

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend

her own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation

words. It fascinated him, and he made

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

Blake casually replied, “5.”