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.

had hot pot before. While it may be

“It’s fine if you

Blake was silent.

leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on

at

asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

hot pot was so enticing that

“It still needs some more cooking.

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

her mouth.

taste of dining out could not be matched.

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

lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper

Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed

to find

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced

a glimpse of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we

let Granny see her like this!

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

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

be a priority, even when

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

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

don’t know where

you skilled

munching, “Daddy, do you

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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

grew intrigued. “Is that

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. There are fortune- telling methods that rely on a written word from the seeker, while others require the seeker to

“What do you mean by

paused for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

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

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

and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.”

Blake casually replied,