Noelle Butterfly Soup Novels & Stories

Zoe announced cheerfully, entering the living room with a tray of food. “Whatcha go?” I asked eagerly. The weed not only left my body numb but gave me an extreme case of the munchies. “Today Chef Zoe has prepared Southwestern Chicken Tortilla Soup with Three Cheese Quesadillas. Enjoy.” “Oh, my God. It smells so good,” I groaned. “Duh.” I took one bite and fell in love with her all over again. “Is there more in there?” I asked, looking toward the kitchen like a crackhead looking for a score.

Lian chuckled and wipe the rice beside his mouth “I’m glad you liked it. Eat more” When the brothers heard it, they all glared to their youngest. He’s getting more attention from their wife! “Hmm. It’s really delicious little kitten. I wonder what is called?” Zeus butted in to cut off the happy atmosphere between Lian and Heizhen Lian turned her eyes on Zeus and answered “ It is called tinola. It is a kind of soup prepared with chicken broth infused with garlic, ginger and papaya. I already cook it with a normal chicken before and just tried it with this wild chicken. Luckily it went well”

"Over here!" Charles waved her over. The scent had Noelle forgetting all about her staunch vow not to forgive a certain someone. She dashed to the table and burst into laughter at the sight of the soup. "How on earth did you know I was craving creamy mushroom soup?" She had been dreaming of soup the night before, but whipping up creamy mushroom soup was not exactly easy for them with their hectic schedules. Noelle would've rather spent her time working or sleeping. She never expected Charles to surprise her with the very dish first thing in the morning.

Alas, he tossed his phone back with a stoic expression. … Noelle came back the next day. She had also made him something. This time, it was salmon chowder filled with salmon, potatoes, leeks, and carrots. The salmon was so well seasoned that there wasn't a hint of fishy smell at all. Hendrix was about to ask her what happened the night before when he saw a red mark on the back of her hand. He frowned and immediately asked, "What happened here?" "I scalded my hand by accident while making the chowder," Noelle replied calmly.

Noelle slipped her hand into mine, and I held it tightly without thinking. Chelsea’s face froze. Noelle picked up the can of prenatal milk powder I had been looking at and examined the ingredient list. “This brand will not work. It contains hidden sugars. My blood sugar has been a bit high, and this will strain my kidneys.” She put it back, chose a sugar‑free brand, and placed it in the cart. She leaned closer and whispered, “What do you want to eat tonight? I will have the housekeeper prepare the soup early.” Chelsea stared at Noelle’s arm linked with mine. Her eyes narrowed, and the rest of her words died in her throat.

‘With whom life can never be sailed silently. Sophia made a departure out of the room with thumping her feet, immediately followed by Noah. Sitting with a thud in one of the chairs in dinning area, while Noah resumed back to his cooking and after a while he was done with it, putting everything in a methodize order in the table. Sophia looked down to find different dishes, garnished properly. Her table was full of different dishes consisting of Garden Salad, French Onion Soup, Fried Green Tomatoes, Prime Ribs and Pancakes.

Cora replied. Kimberly asked, "Can you tell what's in it?" Cora answered, "There's seafood, herbs, and chicken broth. I may not know how to cook, but I've seen plenty of things in my life. You won't be able to stump me." "You missed the most important ingredient," said Kimberly before leaning close and whispering the answer into Cora's ear. It was the small golden turtle. Cora froze. Her gaze shifted toward the large tank where she kept the turtle. The turtle was gone. Then, she remembered the soup she had just drunk. For a moment, an indescribable wave of nausea surged in her.

The ingredients were simple, but the scent was exactly what I had longed for most as a child. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nostalgia. I handed over my bowl as well, and Dwyn began ladling out soup for everyone. “My dish is apple and cucumber salad—my all-time favorite! I ran a long way just to buy the ingredients for this!” Goselle held her plate and walked around, making sure everyone tasted her specialty. Yvonne said, “Mine is pineapple chicken. Like Goselle’s, it’s sweet and sour. My cooking skills aren’t great—please don’t laugh.”

I KNOW. Here is what I am thinking — the Nico and Vivian story would be included right here in this same book, His Butterfly, as a novella at the end. So you would not have to go anywhere. You would not have to find a new book. It would just continue right here after we wrap up His Butterfly.

Bryan finally looked up sharply, eyes cold. “What’s in it?” Maria blinked. “Sir?” “I asked,” he repeated, standing slowly. “What. Is. In. The. Soup?” Maria placed the tray on a table, lifting the lid. “It’s homemade broth. Chicken, vegetables. No preservatives. I prepared it myself.” Bryan reached forward, taking a small spoonful, smelling it, checking the texture, examining it like inspecting a crime scene. Maria didn’t move, waiting. After a tense silence, Bryan exhaled. “Fine. Leave it here.”