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.

casually added, “It’s not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need

eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s

asked,

was so enticing that she could not help but drool.

needs some more cooking. Let’s wait

the other side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it,

her mouth.

food was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa

food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them

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

stop her, they saw her

her tongue as tears

figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot,

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

and asked with a mournful

let Granny

plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

“Eat well and

a priority, even when

man in black on the surveillance footage,

come here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud

don’t know where Uncle

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

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

what if

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

grew intrigued. “Is that

what she had learned from Pablo. “Fortune–telling has 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 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 from

“What do you mean by

moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long–winded…”

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

It fascinated him, and he made up his

Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number,

much thought, Blake