Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

Stephen frowned when he noticed that the soup is untouched. 'Damn it, why is he not eating? It's not possible to detect the weed in his soup. It's colorless and tasteless. Only people who have a thorough knowledge in the poisons and potions will know about this. And I am sure Blaze cannot detect all these rare kinds of poisons. I know late King Alexander thought that it's useless, so he didn't teach his sons about these kinds of slow poisons. Then why is he not eating?' Stephen wondered.

“Because vision is a distraction. After not having it for so long, it’s loud in its existence. Being blind, I had to focus on all of my other senses, including internally to survive. She’s saying it’s going to be harder to focus like that with having my eye sight back.” Levantus is still a little confused, but has a small idea of what Odessa and Rowena are saying. “I’m sorry, I’ve never been blind, so I have no idea what it’s like. Or what it really means to focus internally. For me, eye sight is essential. Though, it’s part of what makes me feel that she’s the strongest woman I know. Being able to do the things you have while blind… it’s incredible.” Odessa blushed while Rowena nods her hea

“See, is this what a normal spinach soup should look like? This kind of color and smell? You must’ve cooked spinach soup numerous times during all these years serving in the Larson residence. I’m sure you know more about it than me.” Judy shrieked as she stared at the content in the bottle. “Ah, why is the spinach soup this color? Madam said she specifically requested people to purchase this top-grade blood spinach soup all the way from Malaysia. Why does it look like a substandard product that has been artificially colored?” “Substandard product? The product is cooked with saffron. Look at this?” Christina picked out the saffron from the mixture and placed it in front of Judy’s eyes.

“When someone like Bryan gets above you…you forget certain important things.” I was just about to roll my eyes at her when the first night with Markus reminds me that yes, there are times when you’re under or in my case, above, a very hot man that you forget about certain things. Like a condom, for example. “Some soup, please.” Clearing my throat, I look towards the front, grabbing the soup ladle. Helen made her famous mushroom soup, and it was a huge success. Almost everyone wanted seconds. Digging through the huge pot, I grab the young woman’s bowl and fill it up to the rim with soup. Her stomach growled lowly when the soup reached her tray again, the aroma wafting through the air. I swear

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!

I heard both of them laughing and so I slowly opened my eyes and curiously looked at them. "We didn't know that you are afraid of these kind of things, Maddy! You're insane! Hahaha!" Sishy laughed together with Cassie who is beside her. "That is called as Pork Dinuguan. That bloody-colored thing is a thickened blood from the pig, I guess. I'm not entirely sure about it's components but I assure you that it's tasty! Why don't you try it? Take a sip, Maddy!" Sishy added. I immediately shook my head and looked at the other direction when Sishy handed me the soup for me to try but I didn't even looked at it. Freaking blood, it's making me thirsty again.

"This is bird's nest soup. I made it with my own hands, there are not only bird's nests in here but also the beautiful friendship that I have for you. Want to eat? I worked so hard to cook it. If you don't eat it all, it means you don't want to be friends with me." What Layla said was so absurd, that Sarah could only look at the two large bowls of soup and let out a long sigh. One cooks abalone soup for Sarah, and the other cook bird's nest soup for her. Sarah is in intensive care today. She eats a lot of nutritious food.

He did not know that the woman was quite good at cooking. Damon picked up the spoon and took a spoonful before putting it in his mouth. He was indeed feeling a little hungry and thirsty at that moment due to the hangover. However, the moment the soup entered his throat, he almost threw up. The soup was—extremely—terrible. How could he even begin to describe this sour taste? It was like a chicken had accidentally fallen into a stinky gutter, and before anyone had time to clean the mud off its body, it was boiled for months until the mud was fermented into ammonia.

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.

The back pain I felt goes away like a magic spell. I stare at the soup with wide eyes, “How?” Ruth's lips crinkle at the edges as she offers a wise smile,“I made this soup specifically for you. The recipe is crafted by our ancestors to give mothers the strength they need during pregnancy. Having a pup grow inside you requires you to take extra care towards your body.”