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.

hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked.

if you want to take risks, but

Blake was silent.

his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak.

speechless at

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

so enticing that she could not help but drool.

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

already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped

her mouth.

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

them up and placed

pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

and Blake could stop her, they saw her

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her face.

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

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from

Hmm…pouty lips…

amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her wrath.

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

could not let Granny see her

her plan to find her father, Bettany was

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat

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

meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the

have just told me where Uncle

“I don’t know where Uncle

“Aren’t you skilled

“Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can

what if it

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

“Is that so?”

had learned from Pablo. “Fortune–telling has its timing, location, and individuals involved. 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- telling methods that rely on a written word from the seeker, while

you mean

and mumbled, “I mean,

Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

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

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

Blake casually replied,