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

fine if you

Blake was silent.

“It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the

speechless at

her finger and asked, “So, should we

hot pot was so enticing

some more cooking.

side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

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

Anthony scooped them up and placed them

in pepper and

could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy

her tongue as tears streamed

water, only to find that it was scalding

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately,

a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will

let Granny see her like

father, Bettany was not pleased but

“Eat

always be a priority, even when enjoying a

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

could have just

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

“Aren’t you skilled in

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy,

what

the world. People who

“Is that so?”

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 the seeker, while others

you mean

a moment and mumbled, “I mean,

a foundation and

he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in

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

much thought, Blake