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, it’s

eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill

at Blake’s

and asked, “So, should

the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help

some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes, Lilly.”

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

her mouth.

sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she watched.

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

meat in pepper

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

tongue as tears streamed down her face.

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

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

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

with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you

Granny see her like

her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

even when enjoying

their meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance

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

“I don’t know

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

while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime,

questioned, “And what if

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

intrigued. “Is that

proceeded to share what she had learned from Pablo. “Fortune–telling has its 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

asked, “What do you mean by

“I

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

made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

hold of Blake’s hand and

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”