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 cooked. We need to

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

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we

the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but drool.

needs some more cooking. Let’s

had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on

her mouth.

be matched. Lisa ate until her

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

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

and Blake could stop her, they

tongue as

a glass of water, only to find

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you

Granny see

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her consent.

kept nagging, “Eat

a priority, even

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

here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the phone.”

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

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in

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

what if it can?”

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

“Is that

be unraveled… There are things that can be told and things

you mean by

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 out of

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

hand and said, “Pick

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”