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.

not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We

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

Blake was silent.

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

at

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking

so enticing that she could not

“It still needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for

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

her mouth.

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

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

meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into

her, they saw her spitting

her tongue as tears

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 carton

bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching temperature.

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

and asked with a mournful

could not let Granny see her

to find her father, Bettany was not

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

should always be a priority, even when

caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the

have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through

her head. “I don’t know

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you

questioned, “And what if it can?”

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

“Is

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

“What do you

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

own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn

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

thought, Blake