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.

not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be careful of parasites.”

“It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me

Blake was silent.

his nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill the

speechless at Blake’s

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So,

pot was so enticing that she could not help but

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

already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped it into

her mouth.

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

Anthony scooped them

the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her

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

out her tongue as

One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her wrath.

swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow

let Granny see her

her plan to find her father, Bettany

kept nagging, “Eat well and

always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot

of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming

in person. You could have

head. “I don’t know where

“Aren’t you

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

what

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

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

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

you mean by that?”

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

over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in

hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”