Soup Base Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The dusk was fast approaching. On the red campfire, the stewed seafood soup was steaming, filled with clams, conch, and a fat crab. "Ready!" Ethan Brooks stirred the soup, then speared the eye-pierced keg with a tree branch. Naturally, the soup was not to be wasted, and Luna secured a couple of coconut bowls to the sand as Ethan Brooks poured it all into the bowls and finally poured the seafood onto a braided coconut leaf. Looking at the seafood in front of them, Ethan Brooks and Luna looked at each other with some excitement.

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.

"You really look unwell, Amanda." Gabriella said as she put down a bowl of Kartoffelsuppe. The popular soup comes from Germany. This soup has potatoes as the main ingredient, and is then topped with onions, celery butter, and milk. I took a sip of the gravy, and then nodded at Gabriella because it was so delicious. "I'm exhausted." I answered. "You worked really hard." Gabriella sat next to me, and took a sip of her mineral water.

she gestured to the containers in front of them which contains different colors of soup. “Oh we can add soup in it?” Jai asked. The grandma nodded. “Yes. The soup is the flavor for the rice, and these three works very well with rice. My family’s recipe,” she whispered the last one and added a wink in the end. Her confidence sent a smile to Jai’s face and he finalized his order with a cold ocha. The lady chuckled and turned to Darrion. “And you, bright boy? What would you have?” Darrion hummed and shrugged. “Anything not spicy?”

I asked Jide in a whisper while washing my hand. "It is a generator. It supplies power too," he explained, washing his hand too. I took a morsel of fufu and dipped it into the soup. The soup had a bitter taste at first before leaving an almost sugary taste on my tongue. "What is this?" I asked. "Onugbo," Mama answered. I smiled. "I like it." Mama smiled proudly.

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.”

But I suppress my rage and turn on my heels to go to the kitchen. I make to go to the kitchen but his voice holds me back. "Hold on." I turn and face him. His face is twisted into a grimace and he is sucking on his finger. "What's in the soup?" He asks me. What a weird question. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. He knows the soup but I'll play along "Okra soup with some, fish, a little water and palm oil," I recite. "What kind of spices?" He barks.

" I am sorry okay..i just...i am new to all this…" "Whatever." Asahi rolled his eyes. He was not going to miss a chance to get to know this Ben guy. He might hear something that might save his life in the next 2 weeks. The fear of Leo…. Just then the door opened and a busboy brought in a bowl of soup. He placed It in front of Asahi and was ready to leave. "What is the name of the soup, boy?" Asahi asked the boy. Blushing because Asahi spoke to him, the boy replied.." It's rice soup from Thailand." He then hurried out.

"Do you like Chinese food, Sweetness?" "Yes, I love it!" I say excitedly. One of my all-time favourites. "Good. This is cauliflower mixed with broccoli, this one is sweet and sour pork. And the main dish is this," he points at the big pot made from clay. "I only made the soup. The others are courtesy to Consuela." He pours the soup into a small bowl and gives it to me.

The Old Madam asked with confusion, "This soup was specially made for you. Why can't you drink it?" Julien took a deep breath. "If it was specially made for me, then why is my soup different from Leaf's?" "Yes, Grandma," Sydney nodded in agreement. "Mine looks like chicken soup, but his... I can't tell what it is. It just feels strange. Why didn't you give us the same soup?" Just judging by the smell alone, Sydney knew it must taste terrible. And the color looked extremely peculiar as well. She couldn't understand why the Old Madam would make such a strange soup.