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

message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but

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

at Blake’s remark.

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she

needs some more cooking. Let’s wait

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped

her mouth.

of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging,

thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

they saw her spitting out the spicy

tongue as tears

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…

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

swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we go back?”

let Granny see her like

find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

should always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

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

have to come here in person. You could have

her head. “I don’t know where Uncle

“Aren’t you

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

“And what

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

“Is that

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…

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

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

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

her words. It fascinated him, and he made

took hold of Blake’s hand and said,

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”