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.

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

Blake was silent.

selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm

speechless at Blake’s

and asked,

of the hot pot was so enticing

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

the other side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat,

her mouth.

was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in

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

and Blake could stop her, they

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

state of fluster. 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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression,

let Granny see her like this!

when she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well

even when enjoying a hot

black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main

come here in person. You could have just told me

shook her head. “I don’t know where Uncle

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in

while munching, “Daddy, do

what if it can?”

world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they

“Is that

can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in the north

“What do you mean

“I mean, Master’s explanations tend

a foundation and

fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn

hold of Blake’s hand and

thought, Blake casually replied,