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.

be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked.

the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks,

Blake was silent.

the strong

at Blake’s remark.

asked, “So,

enticing

“It still needs some more cooking. Let’s

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

her mouth.

out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she

them up and placed them in each of

Lisa’s lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

her, they saw her spitting out

as tears streamed down

water, only to find that it was scalding hot,

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present,

her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips

could not let Granny

her father, Bettany was

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat

should always be a priority, even when enjoying a

meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage,

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

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

“Aren’t you skilled in

“Daddy,

questioned, “And what if it

world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access to all knowledge.”

“Is

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

asked, “What do you mean by

paused for a moment and mumbled, “I

her own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and

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

hand and said, “Pick a

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”