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.

before. While it may be fresh and tender,

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

Blake was silent.

the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t

speechless at

asked, “So, should we continue

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but

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

up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and

her mouth.

dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate

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

pepper

and Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting

tongue as

two towering figures, were in 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 to fetch a carton of

Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

they were left speechless. Fortunately, the

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

Granny see

father, Bettany was not

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

priority, even when enjoying a hot

the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming

come here in person. You could have just

shook her head. “I don’t know

“Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling

what if it

her head. “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

are things that can be told and things that must

asked, “What do you mean by

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations

“Fortune–telling requires a foundation and

It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn

took hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a

thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”