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.

haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh

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

Blake was silent.

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 kill

at

and asked, “So,

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that

some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

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

her mouth.

delicious 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

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

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

stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy

out her tongue as tears streamed

only to find that it was

Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching

Hmm…pouty lips…

situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old

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

could not let Granny see

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

kept nagging, “Eat well

a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming

you didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told me where

don’t know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

you skilled in

“Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done

questioned, “And what

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

intrigued. “Is that

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

asked, “What do you

mumbled, “I mean, Master’s

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

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

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

thought, Blake casually replied,