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 fully cooked. We need to be careful of parasites.”

his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you

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 worm.”

at

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So,

of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help

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

up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped it into

her mouth.

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

when the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of

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

her, they saw

her tongue as tears

a 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 fetch a

guzzling down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching

Hmm…pouty lips…

situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would

a 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

Granny see her like

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

nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

a priority, even when enjoying a hot

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

You could have

head. “I don’t know where Uncle

you skilled in fortune–telling?”

munching, “Daddy, do you think

“And what if it can?”

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

intrigued. “Is that so?”

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

“What do you mean by that?”

moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s

a foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.”

and he made up his

took hold of Blake’s hand and said,

much thought, Blake casually replied,