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’s not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not

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

Blake was silent.

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

at Blake’s remark.

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

was so enticing that she could not help

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

Lisa had already picked up a piece of

her mouth.

be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were

when the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

as tears streamed down her face.

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

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

Granny see

plan to find her father, Bettany

“Eat

always be a priority, even when enjoying

on the surveillance footage, still

come here in person. You could have just told

know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

you skilled in

while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling

“And what

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

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

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 work in the north but fail in the south. There are fortune-

“What do you mean by that?”

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of

he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling

of Blake’s hand and

thought, Blake casually replied,