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.

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

Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill

at Blake’s remark.

and asked, “So,

enticing that she could not

Blake said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

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

her mouth.

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

them up and placed them

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed

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

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her face.

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

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left

Hmm…pouty lips…

were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would

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

could not let Granny

her plan to find her father, Bettany was not

“Eat well

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

the man in black on

come here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is

head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is either.”

you skilled in fortune–telling?”

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually,

questioned, “And what

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

intrigued. “Is

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.

“What do you mean by

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.”

he made up his mind to

of Blake’s hand and said,

Blake casually replied,