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.

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

his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to

Blake was silent.

natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the

speechless at Blake’s remark.

asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

was so enticing that she could

said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a

picked up a piece of

her mouth.

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

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

pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

her, they saw her spitting out

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a carton of

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

Fortunately, the

with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you

let Granny see

to find her father, Bettany was

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and

a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot

caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage,

have just told

don’t know

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think

questioned, “And what

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

intrigued. “Is that

be unraveled… There are things that can be

you mean by

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

foundation and cannot be

made up his mind to learn fortune–telling

hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”