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Chapter 560 Getting Puffy Lips From the Spice

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.

“It’s not like I haven’t had hot pot before. While it may be fresh and tender, it’s not fully

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.

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

at Blake’s remark.

nibbled on her finger and asked, “So, should

the hot pot was so enticing

some more cooking. Let’s wait for

side, Lisa had already picked up a piece of meat, sprinkled pepper

her mouth.

the food was at home, sometimes the taste of dining out could not be matched.

thoroughly, Anthony scooped them up and placed them in each

Lilly rolled the meat in pepper and eagerly

they saw her spitting out the

her tongue as tears streamed down her face.

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

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

Hmm…pouty lips…

amusing, yet they were left speechless. Fortunately, the

asked with a mournful expression, “Daddy, do you think my lips will heal by tomorrow

not let Granny

her plan to find her father, Bettany was not pleased but

her consent.

kept nagging, “Eat

a priority, even

black on the surveillance footage, still roaming the

here in person. You could have just told me where Uncle Cloud

the phone.”

head. “I don’t know where Uncle Cloud is

snorted. “Aren’t you skilled

munching, “Daddy, do you think fortune–telling can

what

about fortune–telling in the world. People who excel in

grew intrigued. “Is that

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.

“What do you mean by that?”

and mumbled, “I mean, Master’s explanations tend to be

her own interpretation, Lilly continued, “Fortune–telling requires a foundation and cannot be done out of thin

over her words. It fascinated him, and he made up

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

much thought, Blake casually