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.

may be fresh and

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

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

was speechless at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So, should we

so enticing that

cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them

rolled the meat in pepper

stop her, they saw her

tongue as tears streamed down her

a glass of water, only to find that

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

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

let Granny see her

she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat

a priority, even when enjoying a hot

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

you didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told me where

know where

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in

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

“And what if it

the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they

grew intrigued. “Is that

what she had learned from Pablo. “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

you mean by that?”

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend to

requires a foundation and cannot be done out

over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in

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

Blake casually replied,