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.

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

eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks,

Blake was silent.

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

at

and asked, “So, should we

pot was so enticing that she

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

already picked up a piece

her mouth.

home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could

when the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and

Lisa’s lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

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

out her tongue as tears streamed down her

of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old

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

let Granny see her like this!

she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

a priority, even when

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

didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the phone.”

her head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud

“Aren’t you

and replied while munching, “Daddy, do

questioned, “And what if it

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

intrigued. “Is that

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

you

for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long–winded…”

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

words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune–telling in the

and said, “Pick a number,

Blake casually replied,