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.

be fresh and tender, it’s not

message. “It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

the strong prey on the weak. If

speechless at Blake’s remark.

nibbled on her finger and asked,

pot was so enticing that she could not help

cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her

scooped them up and placed

the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed

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

out her tongue as tears streamed

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 of milk

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would

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

Granny see her like

her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

a priority, even when enjoying a hot

man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the

in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the phone.”

“I don’t know where Uncle

“Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

“Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be

what

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

intrigued. “Is

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 utter a

do you mean by that?”

mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend

a foundation and

and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

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

Blake casually replied, “5.”