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 not fully cooked. We need

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

Blake was silent.

nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me,

speechless at Blake’s

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue

the hot pot was so enticing that

said, “It still needs some more cooking.

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

her mouth.

matter how delicious the food 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

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

the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

stop her, they saw her spitting out the

Lilly stuck out her tongue as

grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot,

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the

and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we

could not let Granny see her

her plan to find her father, Bettany was not

nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

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

of the man in black on

didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told me

head. “I don’t know where

you skilled

and replied while munching, “Daddy,

“And what if it

head. “That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think

“Is that

There are things that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in the north but fail in the south.

asked, “What do you

moment and mumbled, “I mean,

a foundation and cannot be done

made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the future.

and said, “Pick a

Blake casually