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.

While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need

at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take

Blake was silent.

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

was speechless at Blake’s

finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

enticing that she could not help but

cooking. Let’s wait

Lisa had already picked up a piece of

her mouth.

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

scooped them up

in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy meat.

stuck out her tongue as

a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

two men couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was

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

could not let Granny see her like this!

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

“Eat well and

priority, even

black on the

could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through

don’t know where Uncle Cloud

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled in

shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime, anywhere?”

questioned, “And what if it

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

grew intrigued. “Is

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 others require the seeker to utter a specific

asked, “What do you mean by

moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s

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

and he made

and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.”