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.

like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender,

fine if you want to take risks, but don’t

Blake was silent.

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

speechless at Blake’s remark.

asked, “So,

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she

needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

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

food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed

and Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the

tongue as tears streamed down her face.

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

a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

not let Granny see her

plan to find her father,

“Eat well and stay safe.”

even when enjoying a hot pot

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

have just told

“I don’t know where Uncle Cloud

“Aren’t you skilled

“Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be

what if it can?”

in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

“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

you

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations

requires a foundation and cannot be done

her words. It fascinated him, and he made

hand and said, “Pick a number,

Blake casually replied,