Sitting on the nearby rocks, Xia La and Tom couldn't help but swallow, especially Tom, who was staring intently.
He loved mushroom meat soup the most.
Moreover, it had to be made by his uncle.
That was the authentic taste.
Tom still remembered the day half a year ago when his uncle had carried him out of the fiercely burning house over his shoulder and then made a bucket of mushroom soup on the blackening ruins.
He gulped it down while sobbing.
He finished more than half the iron bucket on his own.
That was the best soup he had ever tasted in his life.
"Here, one bowl each."
Casio, with some of his mobility restored, handed over bowls filled with Mushroom Soup. The two kids took them cautiously, especially Tom, who was overly careful, afraid that any sudden movement might cause the soup to spill out.
Casio smiled at his caution.
"Drink slowly, especially you, Tom, don't burn yourself."
"Okay, uncle."
Tom replied, holding the bowl with both hands, and started drinking.
