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.

hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s

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

Blake was silent.

his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If

at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So,

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing

more cooking.

Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat,

her mouth.

home, 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

scooped them up and placed them in each of their

pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her

Blake could stop her, they

tongue as tears streamed down

towering figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a

milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching

Hmm…pouty lips…

find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her

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

Granny

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased

kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

be a priority, even

meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on

to come here in person. You could have

know where Uncle Cloud

you

and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done

“And what

world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have

intrigued. “Is that

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

do you mean by

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

requires a foundation and cannot be done

him, and he made up his

hand and said, “Pick a number,

Blake