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

glanced at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

and asked, “So, should we continue

the hot pot was so enticing

still needs some more cooking.

picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

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

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

rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly

could stop her, they saw her

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

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

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

two men couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else

mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we

Granny see her

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

“Eat well and stay

always be a priority, even

the man in black on the

to come here in person. You could have just

“I don’t know where

“Aren’t you skilled in

non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy,

what if it

world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think

grew intrigued. “Is that

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 fail in the south. There are fortune- telling methods that rely on

“What do you mean by

for a moment and mumbled, “I

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

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

Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”