Chicken Soup Novels & Stories

"I know that's why I didn't add vegetables, it's made up of raw chicken, drops of lemon, garlic, pepper, and some herbs and spices." "Okay." I took my first sip and whined, "It's spicy." "You have to, if you wanna get better. And... What is your brother's name?" "Mitch." He shouted, "Mitch, I made chicken soup. Do you want to?" "He doesn't like soups." "Oh. Okay. Then I'll keep it in the refrigerator. You have to heat and eat it at night. Okay?" I nodded. He kept it on the table to cool down and sat beside me.

Congee was the most appropriate choice for a patient that had just undergone a surgery. They also planned to stew chicken soup, but the chickens in the supermarket were of low nutritional value as they were farm-raised and frozen. Hence, they decided to buy beef and make tomato beef soup instead. While halfway through shopping, Natalie felt someone was stalking her.

When Freya, Riley, and Adrian made their way to the dining table, they were stunned to see five soup variations! Kenneth named each one. “This is a cough suppressant stew, made with garlic, heavy with honey broth and chicken,” he said, referring to the first bowl. “The other one is bone broth with ginger, turmeric, kale, and lemon. It’s an immune system shotgun.” “We also have a ‘Throat Recovery Brew,’ a ‘Mood Booster Soup,’ and a soy-based, protein-rich, sweet enough to trick your brain into releasing dopamine,” he explained. “And over here, we have steamed silken tofu with soy-ginger sauce,” Kenneth said, pointing to the last plate.

When he lifted his head and saw me, he smiled and waved me over. The aroma of chicken and ginger filled my nose as I walked into the dining room, amazed. "Have your seat. I made Chicken Rice Soup. It's very good for handover" he explained, while I nodded and pulled a chair for myself with my face permanently flushed. I watched him move around the table and disappear into the kitchen then my eyes fell on the food before me. A mixture of chicken and rice in a pepper soup which smells and looks delicious. "You don't like it?" He asked,

'Luckily, Tail won't give in just because of delicious food. One minute later, Edwin picked up an exquisite bowl and forked a chicken leg. Edwin said to a nurse, "It seems that the chicken soup isn't tasty enough." The nurse explained gently, "Mr. Atherton, we prepared it according to your requirements strictly. We invited a chef from a six-star hotel to cook it. The chef used seventy-three kinds of nutritive ingredients to boil it with a soft fire for seven hours. It was highly concentrated. We not only kept its flavor but also advanced its nutrition. It's extremely nutritive and delicious."

Riley remarked joyfully, giving her an arm hug. “This is the chicken soup, by the way, that I requested our chef to prepare for you. She informed me that expectant mothers benefit from it. It has a large number of substances. You can take that as she is well-versed in it." Riley said that, then opened the thermos bucket and gave Stella a bowl. Suddenly the whole room was filled with the rich smell of chicken soup. Attracted, Stella took a few swallows of it. "Riley, thank you."

"Make her that your special soup okay?" Josh glanced at Sabrina who was looking at them not having an idea of what they were talking about. He laughed softly and said. "Sure, i will do that." Daniel smiled. He bent down and kissed Sabrina's forehead and bade them goodbye before leaving the house. "What special soup do you have?" Sabrina asked. she really wanted to taste that special soup Daniel spoke about. Josh laughed and said . "It seems you are craving my special soup. It's not special, it's just the way i make it. World's popular Rotisserie Chicken Noodle Soup." He said proudly.

Seeing her startled expression, Harry gave a wry smile, then looked at the tray in her hand. "What's that?" Lisa looked at the chicken soup on the tray, then softly explained. "It's chicken soup. It shouldn't be too hot. Drink it to replenish your energy." Hearing her words, Harry's face suddenly turned a little interested, he reached over and lowered his head to the bowl of chicken soup. He tasted it. The chicken soup looks light, but the aroma in the mouth is very pleasant. Unexpectedly, her cooking skills are not bad. Seeing him drink chi

he asked, his deep, gravelly voice effortlessly cutting through the sound of the TV. "Starving," I admitted, sitting up straight as he set the tray down on the low coffee table in front of us. My eyes widened in sheer delight at what he had made. Resting on the tray were two steaming bowls of rich, fragrant spicy chicken pepper soup, loaded with tender chunks of chicken, aromatic herbs, and crushed peppers that sent a kick of steam into the air. Beside them was a large bowl of freshly cooked, piping-hot noodles tossed in a savory, spicy sauce.

"Miss, the chicken soup is very hot. You should drink it when it's cold." However, Angel said coldly, "If the chicken soup gets cold, it will smell fishy. Don't you know that? Give it to me immediately!" Madelyn had no choice but to hold the chicken soup carefully and handed it to Angel. Of course, Angel did not want to drink the soup. Instead, when she saw Madelyn giving the chicken soup to her, she didn't reach out for it either. Instead, after a quick wave, the bowl of chicken in Madelyn's hands split all over her body.