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.

may be fresh and tender, it’s

conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into

Blake was silent.

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

was speechless at Blake’s

her finger and asked, “So,

hot pot was so enticing that

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

piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

how delicious the food was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until

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

in pepper and eagerly

her, they saw her spitting

out her tongue as tears streamed

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

Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

could not let Granny see her like this!

told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was

kept nagging, “Eat

be a priority, even when enjoying

Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance

You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is

“I don’t know where Uncle Cloud

you skilled in

replied while munching, “Daddy,

what if

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

intrigued. “Is that

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 work in the north but fail in the south. There are fortune- telling methods that rely on

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations

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

he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling

and said, “Pick a

much thought, Blake casually replied,