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.

hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully cooked. We need to be careful of parasites.”

glanced 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.

rubbed his nose, leaned back in his chair lazily, and continued, “It’s natural selection, the strong prey on the weak. If the worm doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill the

speechless at

and asked, “So, should

so enticing that

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

piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

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

the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

could stop her, they saw

tongue as tears streamed down her

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

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

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

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

let Granny see her like this!

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

Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay

even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

the man in black on the surveillance footage,

here in person. You could have

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

“Aren’t you skilled

non–spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can be done casually, anytime, anywhere?”

“And what if it

People who excel in fortune–telling might think they have access to all

grew intrigued. “Is that so?”

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 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

you

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

her own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation

words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn

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

much thought, Blake