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.

be fresh and

seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take

Blake was silent.

chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill the

speechless at Blake’s

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

was so enticing that she could not help

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

already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each

meat in pepper and eagerly

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting

as tears streamed down

and Blake, the two towering figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot,

chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

let Granny see

her plan to find her father, Bettany

nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

priority, even when

black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of

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

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

you skilled

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

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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

“Is that so?”

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

do you mean

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long–winded…”

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

words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to

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

much thought, Blake casually replied,