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 fully cooked. We need

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

Blake was silent.

his 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, I’ll

at

finger and asked, “So, should we continue

hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but

more cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until

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

the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

could stop her, they saw her spitting

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down

them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly

Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

they were left speechless. Fortunately,

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

not let Granny see her like this!

she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat

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

sight of the man in black on the surveillance

could have just told me where

head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in

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

“And what if it

shook her head. “That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access to

intrigued. “Is

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-

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend

a foundation and cannot be done out of

over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

thought, Blake