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 to be

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 kill

speechless at Blake’s remark.

nibbled on her finger and asked,

hot pot was so enticing that she could not

cooking. Let’s wait for a few minutes, Lilly.”

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and

her mouth.

matter how delicious the food 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

scooped them

Lisa’s lead, Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy

as

fluster. One of them grabbed a glass of water, only to

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful

not let Granny see

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

nagging, “Eat well and stay

a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot

in black on the surveillance footage, still

have

don’t know where

“Aren’t you skilled in fortune–telling?”

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

questioned, “And what if it

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

“Is that so?”

share what she had learned from Pablo. “Fortune–telling has its timing, location, and individuals involved. Sometimes 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 be told and

asked, “What do you mean

mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend

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

made up his mind to

hand and

thought, Blake casually replied,