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. We need

conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it, man.”

Blake was silent.

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

at

and asked, “So,

hot pot was so enticing that she

cooking. Let’s wait for a

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped it into

her mouth.

home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and

them up and placed them in each of their bowls.

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

out her tongue as tears streamed down

two towering figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator to fetch a

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

Granny see her like

Bettany her plan to find her father,

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and

always be a priority, even when enjoying a

black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the county.

could have just told me

know where Uncle Cloud is

“Aren’t you skilled

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

“And what

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

“Is that

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

you

for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long–winded…”

foundation and cannot be done out

over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to

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

thought, Blake casually