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.

may be fresh and tender, it’s not

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

Blake was silent.

his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak.

was speechless at Blake’s remark.

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

enticing that she could not

said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let’s

already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled

her mouth.

the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her

Anthony scooped them up and placed

the meat in pepper and eagerly

could stop her, they saw her spitting out

as tears streamed down her face.

a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he

of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

caught 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

Granny see her

when she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her consent.

kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.”

even when enjoying a hot pot

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

could have just told me where

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

“Aren’t you skilled

munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling

questioned, “And what if

“That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who

“Is that

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

asked, “What do you mean by

mumbled, “I mean, Master’s

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

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

hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick

Blake casually replied,