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.

had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be careful

fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it,

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

enticing that she could

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

picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

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

the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and

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

could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

as tears

One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly

Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching

Hmm…pouty lips…

left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have

with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do

Granny see her

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased

“Eat well and stay safe.”

priority, even when enjoying a

caught sight of the man in black on the

here in person. You could have just told me

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

snorted. “Aren’t you

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

questioned, “And what if it

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

grew intrigued. “Is

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 to utter a specific phrase…”

“What do you mean by

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

own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done

he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

hand and said, “Pick a number,

Blake casually replied, “5.”