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Chapter 311 - 311 191 Mens Promises (6000) (Thanks to Book Friends

Chapter 311: 191 Men’s Promises (6000) (Thanks to Book Friends £Cool and Ling for their alliance leader reward) _4 Chapter 311: 191 Men’s Promises (6000) (Thanks to Book Friends £Cool and Ling for their alliance leader reward) _4 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.

Casio touched his chin, realizing oddly that he had been caring about someone else. Probably it was the pre-existing memories from Li Wei’s body at work. Surely, it wasn’t him.

He took a small sip from his mushroom soup.

He nodded in silence.

Li Wei’s soup, his only cooking skill, was indeed good.

He took another couple of sips.

Casio frowned, his heavy breath causing the soup to form a depression. Again, the pain that seemed to be coming from all directions, and the spiritual exhaustion of Li Wei, was severe. The name Demon worm was very apt.

He quietly endured the pain without moving.

Next to him, Tom, who had finished a bowl of soup, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, was about to ask for another bowl.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he noticed that Casio wasn’t moving, he tried to speak but swallowed the words. He rubbed his cheek with his hand, feeling miserable. He knew he couldn’t help his uncle and that his uncle had to overcome it all on his own.

He could only endure the continuous torment.

Night fell, and it was time to sleep.

In the wooden hut, Casio was sleeping alone on a small bed, while Tom and Xia La were on the big bed, separated by a textbook.

Casio could still feel some pain in his body, and a feeling of emptiness filled his heart. He wasn’t able to sleep for half an hour. Later, when he felt somewhat better, he gradually began to fall into a drowsy state.

Just when he was dozing off.

He abruptly heard the hint of crying.

It sounded like a child.

Casio woke up abruptly. He listened carefully, and it seemed to be Tom from the big bed.

He was sobbing intermittently, and it sounded very sad.

Casio shook his head.

He reckoned that at the end of the day, he was a child, missing his dead parents…

He silently got up and slowly walked to the bed.

Both children were sleeping next to the window, with Tom on the outside. At the moment, his shoulders were shaking, and he was crying badly.

Casio reached out and gently patted him: “What’s wrong?”

Tom turned around, revealing a face smeared with snot and tears: “Un…Uncle? Why are you up…”

“Are you missing home? Missing your parents?”

Casio spoke softly, not intending to wake Xia La.

Tom shook his head: “I’ve missed them for several days. Last night I dreamt that my house was burning down, there were fires everywhere…”

He paused, his eyes fixated on Casio.

“I’m worried about you, Uncle…”

“Worried about me for what?” Casio replied with a faint smile.

“Can you promise me one thing? Just one.” Tom looked into Casio’s eyes, his expression full of an unadulterated intense emotion.

“Go ahead.” Casio replied.

“Please don’t die, Uncle…When I see you in so much pain, I’m scared. I’m afraid you’ll leave me like my family did, afraid you’ll be buried under the ground unable to breathe, unable to speak, unable to see anything.”

Tom’s words were mixed with sobs.

Casio looked into Tom’s eyes, seeing the boy’s unguarded fear. He wanted to say, ‘I’m not Li Wei who saved you from the fire,’ but…

“I promise you.”

Casio reached out his lean, wrinkled hand.

He gently ruffled Tom’s golden fluffy hair.

“This is, a promise between men.”

“This is, a promise between men.”