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 fully

Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if

Blake was silent.

continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on

at Blake’s

and asked, “So,

of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but

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

had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped

her mouth.

matched. Lisa ate until her cheeks were bulging, and Lilly could not help but gulp as she watched.

was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed

the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it

they saw her spitting

stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her

and Blake, the two towering figures, were in a state of fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to find that it was scalding hot, so he hurriedly rushed to the refrigerator

down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from

Hmm…pouty lips…

amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have

a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal

not let Granny see

her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually

leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and

always be a priority, even when

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

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

shook her head. “I don’t know

you

picked out a non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can

“And what if it

shook her head. “That’s a misconception about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have

intrigued. “Is

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 be told and things that must remain unsaid… Some predictions work in

asked, “What do you mean by that?”

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations

Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation

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

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

much thought, Blake