Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

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, “I'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 | 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.

Anthony casually added, “It's not like | haven't had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it's not fully cooked. We need to be careful of parasites.” He glanced at Blake, his eyes seemingly conveying the message. “It’s fine if you want to take risks, but don’t drag me into it, man.” Blake was silent.

He 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 worm.” Anthony was speechless at Blake's remark.

Lilly nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should we continue cooking it?” The fragrance of the hot pot was so enticing that she could not help but drool.

Eventually, Blake said, “It still needs some more cooking. Let's wait for a few minutes, Lilly.” On the other side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper on it, and popped it into her mouth.

No 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 watched.

Finally, when the food was cooked thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each of their bowls.

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

Before Anthony and Blake could stop her, they saw her spitting out the spicy meat.

“Ouch!” Lilly stuck out her tongue as tears streamed down her face.

Anthony 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 to fetch a carton of milk for Lilly.

After guzzling down a bottle of chilled soy milk, Lilly’s lips were left swollen from the scorching temperature.

Hmm...pouty lips...

The two men couldn't help but find the situation amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the old lady was not present, or else they would have faced her wrath.

Lilly caught a glimpse of her swollen lips in the mirror and asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow when we go back?” She could not let Granny see her like this! Yesterday, when she told Bettany her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but eventually gave her consent.

Before leaving, Bettany kept nagging, “Eat well and stay safe.” Safety should always be a priority, even when enjoying a hot pot meal.

After their meal, Blake caught sight of the man in black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the main city of the county.

“Lilly, you didn’t have to come here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud is through the phone.” Lilly shook her head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is either.” Blake snorted. “Arent you skilled in fortune—telling?” Lilly picked out a non—spicy shrimp and replied while munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune—telling can be done casually, anytime, anywhere?” Blake questioned, “And what if it can?” Lilly shook her head. “That's a misconception about fortune—telling in the world. People who excel in fortune—telling might think they have access to all knowledge.” Blake grew intrigued. “Is that so?” Lilly proceeded to 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 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 utter a specific phrase...” Blake asked, “What do you mean by that?” Lilly paused for a moment and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be long-winded...” In her own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune—telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin air.” Blake pondered over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up his mind to learn fortune—telling in the future.

Lilly took hold of Blake’s hand and said, “Pick a number, Daddy.” Without much thought, Blake casually replied, “5.” Lilly nodded in agreement. “Alright, let's go! Uncle Cloud is in the northern part of the main city, on the main road. He works tirelessly day and night, surrounded by many people.” As she spoke, the man in black halted in front of an internet cafe.

Blake peered at the surveillance screen, puzzled.

On the surveillance, it read “North, main road.” Since Lilly said Cloud was surrounded by many people, Blake thought of him working at an internet cafe made sense.

Working day and night tirelessly... Does he work as a network administrator? A sudden realization dawned upon Blake, and he swiftly stood up. “Let's go! Your Uncle Cloud is in danger!” Lilly exclaimed, “Huh?” She quickly took two more mouthfuls of the delectable food before standing up and rushing out alongside her father.

Blake shouted to the boss, “Bill please!” The boss hurriedly followed them out with his notepad.

Blake waved his hand without turning back. “That handsome and wealthy guy in there will pay for it.” Anthony sighed in disbelief.

Lisa swallowed what she had in her mouth and asked, “Aren't we... going with them?” Anthony placed another serving in her bowl and replied, “There’s nothing we can do to help.” Lisa nodded, determination gleaming in her eyes. “You might not be able to help... but | can.” Anthony's mouth twitched and he confidently said without hesitation, “You have to protect me.” Lisa looked at him, puzzled. “Huh?” Anthony clarified, “Just in case, make sure | don’t cause any trouble for Lilly.” Lisa understood his intention.

He meant that he lacked the ability to keep a low profile.

If King Libra were to suddenly come back and discover his presence, he would be captured.

In that scenario, Lilly would be at risk.

Therefore, Lisa had to guard him, allowing Lilly to venture forth without worries.

Lisa nodded, fully understanding her role.

She would guard him all her life!