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.

hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender,

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.

his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the

at

her finger and asked, “So, should we

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

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

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

her mouth.

be matched.

them up and

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

and Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy meat.

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching temperature.

Hmm…pouty lips…

yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old

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

not let Granny see

find her father, Bettany

nagging, “Eat well

even

on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the county.

have to come here in person. You could have just

know

you

out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually,

what if it can?”

in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access to all

“Is that so?”

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

you mean

paused for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s

“Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin

pondered over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number,

much thought, Blake casually replied,