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.

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

Blake was silent.

and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the

speechless at Blake’s

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

fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not

needs some more cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes,

a piece

her mouth.

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

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in

rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly

they saw her spitting out

her tongue as tears streamed down

in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

Granny see her like

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

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and

even when enjoying

on the

you didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told me where

know where

you

while munching, “Daddy, do you think

questioned, “And what

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

grew intrigued. “Is

that can be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in the north but fail in

asked, “What do you mean by

paused for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to

foundation

and he made

of Blake’s hand and said,

thought, Blake casually