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.

While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked.

at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into

Blake was silent.

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

was speechless at Blake’s

her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?”

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she could

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

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and

her mouth.

was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she watched.

cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in

rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her

they saw her

Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

let Granny

when she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

nagging, “Eat well and

be a priority, even

on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of

person. You could have

don’t know

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime, anywhere?”

what if it can?”

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

intrigued. “Is

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

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

continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot

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

took hold of Blake’s hand and

much thought, Blake casually replied,