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.

haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We

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.

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

was speechless at Blake’s remark.

on her finger and asked, “So,

hot pot was so enticing

said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for

a piece

her mouth.

dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until

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

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

Anthony and Blake could stop her, they

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down

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, so he hurriedly rushed

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately,

asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you

not let Granny see

her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot

the man in black on the

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

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

“Aren’t you

and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime,

what

a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have

intrigued. “Is

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

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations

continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation

and he made up

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick

thought, Blake casually