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.

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

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 strong

speechless at Blake’s

and asked, “So,

was so enticing that she could not help

cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp

Anthony scooped them up and placed

in pepper

stop her, they saw her spitting out the

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed

glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will

could not let Granny see her

plan to find her father, Bettany was

kept nagging, “Eat

always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city

have just

don’t know where Uncle Cloud is

“Aren’t you skilled

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy,

“And what if

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

“Is that so?”

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

asked, “What do you mean by

moment and mumbled, “I

continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

fascinated him, and he made up his

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick

Blake casually replied,