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.

not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s

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

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

was speechless at

and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

hot pot was so enticing that she could not

more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were

thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of their bowls.

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

could stop her, they saw her

stuck out her tongue as

only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a carton of

chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have

in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by

could not let Granny see her like this!

her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

kept nagging, “Eat

always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main

person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the

know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done

“And what

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

intrigued. “Is

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

do you mean by

paused for a moment and mumbled, “I

a foundation and cannot be done

and he made up his

took hold of Blake’s hand and

much thought, Blake