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.

it may be fresh and tender,

if you want

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

the hot pot was so enticing

some more cooking. Let’s

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

her mouth.

sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could

them up and

in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy

as tears

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

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

Fortunately,

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

could not let Granny see her like

she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased

kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

should always be a priority, even when enjoying

black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main

didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just

know where Uncle Cloud is

you skilled in fortune–telling?”

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

“And what if it

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

intrigued. “Is that

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

you mean by that?”

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

requires a foundation and cannot

and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling

and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

much thought, Blake casually replied,