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.

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

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

Blake was silent.

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

at Blake’s remark.

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

of the hot pot was so enticing

cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

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

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

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly

and Blake could stop her, they

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears

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

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the

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

could not let Granny see her

to find her father, Bettany was not

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat

even when enjoying a hot pot

meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still

here in person. You could have just told me

her head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is

you skilled in

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

what

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

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

asked, “What do you

moment and mumbled, “I mean,

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

and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

and said, “Pick a number,

Blake casually replied, “5.”