Book Pumpkin Soup Novels & Stories

The entire morning was spent just like that. Both my Pops and I sat on the dining table as we shared a hot soup he made for breakfast. It is savory and delicious. It has some potatoes, peas, and carrots. They are well cooked and the chicken in it added more flavor to the soup. This is actually my comfort food and it never fails to bring delight to my stomach and soul. It is a cozy chicken curry soup, a favorite dish of mine that my Pops usually make whenever I feel not fine. I can still remember the days when I went home crying with some bruises on my body and my Pops would immediately go up to me and hush me. He will also cook the said dish to make me feel better.

He served her a bowl of purple colored soup which caught her attention at first since she had never seen anything like it before. “What is this?” She asked. He knew she was suspicious of the color for it resembled poison, which made him chuckle, but then he explained the dish to her. “This is a special soup made from r****h-like plant. The purple color gave it a sweet savory flavor, it’s naturally derived from some chemical reaction that happened when the plant is boiled. It also has a creamy texture which is perfect. Don’t worry, I don’t dare to poison the luna of this pack. Do try it out.” He took a spoonful of the soup and swallowed it to show her it was actually harmless.

"Young master? He asked you to make me soup?" The servant did not say anything else. She left after leaving the bowl of soup. Jeanette took the bowl hesitantly. It was piping hot, and it was her favorite pumpkin soup. Was it a carrot-and-stick approach? She smiled bitterly. How would Damon know the type of soup she liked? She presumed the servant had specially prepared it, maybe because the servant was afraid that she might die. After drinking the soup, Jeanette walked out of the room and bumped into Madison at the top of the stairs.

"Please enjoy your breakfast, Ms. Bardot." Maisie's brows twitched as she stared at the bags filled with insulated food containers. "Uh …" "Eat this, Maisie." James swiftly filled a bowl of pumpkin soup and placed it before Maisie. He even nudged the vegetable soup from Alexander to the side while he was at it. "Ahem! I …" Maisie appeared a bit flustered. "What's the matter? You should try some now." James looked at her eagerly. "She doesn't like the taste of pumpkin," Alexander, who sat opposite Maisie across the table, replied flatly.

A sincere and confused smile curled on my lips as I adjusted closer to the pot filled with bubbling soup. Reaching for the spatula with my trembling hands and tasted the soup. The extremely rich flavours danced on my tongue again. As the rich soup slid down my throat, "Hmm, this soup has Provençal tomatoes, freshly harvested onions and celery, and fresh oxtails." Miss Sophie looked surprised. I timidly continued, "But..." "What? It's alright, dear, just speak your mind." Miss Sophie's voice became gentler wanting to know what my thoughts were about the soup.

It amazed me how someone as quiet and introverted as him could be so popular. At the moment, they were engrossed in a lively game of cards, shouting and making hand signals. Hayden's aunt, whom I recently learned was named Jada, approached me and handed me a bowl of what appeared to be soup. "It's Fish Broth," Zeek, who was standing next to me, informed. I nodded, peering into the bowl. "Look," Kai said, taking my spoon and stirring the contents. "It has yam, potatoes, macaroni, fish, ochroes, and eddoes." He explained, and I pursed my lips.

Soup of the day is creamy pumpkin bisque. Espresso buffalo milk and top-quality pumpkin from organic pastures are ground and stirred for a long time to achieve the ultimate soft taste. The chef added a little Chinese rattan pepper to the seasoning, bringing a very unique experience. With a spoon in hand, Sophia mixed the creamy latte art with the pumpkin soup. Stirring mindlessly, she asked Vincent: "Why does she wants a divorce? Did you ask the reason?" "Are you actually asked me to ask her why?!" Vincent put down the tableware in his hand with a wronged face, "She said she doesn't love me anymore, how could I ask her why she doesn't love me?"

He set the first one in front of him and Flynn noticed it was soup. Lucas also brought over a plate of bread and gestured at the oven. “I need to take out the brownies when my timer goes off.” The kitchen was very warm from the oven and Flynn felt very comfortable sitting at the table even though it wasn’t the family kitchen from his happy memories. “I’ve made pumpkin soup to suit the month and soda bread because it’s quick to make,” Lucas explained. “Let me know how it all tastes.” Flynn was happy with the taste and the bread soaked up the soup well.

Her four-year-old son bounced around like a flea. Riley claimed she was there to spend time with her mother, but in reality, she was just freeloading, expecting me to wait on her. I cooked up a five-course vegetable meal, and somehow three of the dishes featured pumpkin. Creamy pumpkin soup, roasted pumpkin with herbs, and a pumpkin gratin—all made from just one pumpkin. "I finally brought my child to have a meal with mom, and you expect me to eat this?" she asked. "If you don't like it, you don't have to eat," I replied.

There was a few seconds of silence on the line, followed by the click of her hanging up. I put the phone face down on the counter. I made Lily a ham and egg sandwich and a bowl of creamy pumpkin soup. "Wow! Pumpkin soup!" I ladled out a bowl, blew on it to cool it down, and set it in front of her. She held the bowl with both hands, taking small sips. Her eyes crinkled into little crescents as she smiled. Looking at her face, my chest felt warm. Then, another memory crashed into my mind. The long table at the Blackwood packhouse. Margaret sitting at the head, her mouth pulling down in a sneer when she saw the pumpkin soup I served. "What is this? Food for an omega?"