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

conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into

Blake was silent.

rubbed his nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey

at

nibbled on her finger and asked,

enticing that she could not help

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

a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and

her mouth.

dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate

scooped them up

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

they saw her spitting out the spicy

out her tongue as

only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a carton of milk for Lilly.

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her wrath.

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

not let Granny see her

father, Bettany

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

should always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot

sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the county.

could have just told me where Uncle Cloud

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

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

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

what

in the world. People who excel in

“Is

to share 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

do you mean

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

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

made up

and said, “Pick a

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”