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.

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

glanced at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it, man.”

Blake was silent.

rubbed his nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm

at

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So,

the hot pot was so enticing that she could

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

had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she watched.

Anthony scooped them

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

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears

and Blake, the two towering figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that

chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

two men couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady

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

could not let Granny see her

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her consent.

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

be a priority, even when enjoying a

on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the

to come here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the phone.”

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

“Aren’t you skilled

non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

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 a written word

asked, “What do you

“I mean, Master’s

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

he made up his

hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick

thought, Blake