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

message. “It’s fine if you

Blake was silent.

natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill

was speechless at

asked, “So, should we continue cooking

was so enticing that she could not help but

“It still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a

picked up a piece of meat,

her mouth.

sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa

them up and placed

pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy

tongue as tears streamed down

glass of water, only to

a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

two men couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have

glimpse of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we go back?”

could not let Granny see

father, Bettany was not

kept nagging, “Eat well and

even when enjoying a hot pot

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

could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is

don’t know where Uncle

you skilled

shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling

what if it can?”

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

“Is that so?”

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

“What do you mean by

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

“Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be

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

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

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”