Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

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.

were little balls of mozzarella with a small cherry tomato in the middle, imitating a human eye. For the main course, guests could choose from several options. There was "pumpkin soup soup", "sheep's eye", "pig's brain", and "noodles with squid ink". The "pumpkin soup" was a pumpkin custard with spices and heavy cream, served in a large pumpkin and decorated with fake cobwebs. The "sheep's eye" was a meat stew with an eye-shaped piece of carrot floating in the middle. The "pig's brain" was a pork paste served in a brain-shaped

Eleanor asked, staring at the weird looking brown soup with her face scrunched. "Oh, this?" Gwen asked, pointing at the soup. "It's a soup made by Madam Helen, she said it'll help you heal faster." "Oh... Okay." Eleanor replied, though her eyes were filled with uncertainty. "Actually, I'm not supposed to tell you this but... Ehhh.. Madam Helen added some of your herbs to it." Gwen revealed. "What!!" Eleanor yelled in shock, her face scrunched in disgust, staring at the soup like it's her worst nightmare.

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.

I said to myself. I heard some chuckles in the living room so I went out of the kitchen and went to meet Anna. "Mum, what kind of soup is that? And why is it so bitter?" "It is medicinal and it helps you to give birth easily" I told her I didn't think I could take the soup anymore because just the taste of it and my mouth was still bitter. "You have to drink every drop of it, Violet. I know it is bitter but you have to do it"

The dark blue light pulsed. And I remembered soup. Not the gift. Not the Moon Goddess. Not the temple or the stone or the three doors. A pot of soup. Burned. At midnight. When I was thirteen and crying on the kitchen floor because everything was too much, and Mama Sira sat down beside me and didn't say it gets better. She said: the soup is ruined. Let's make another one. We made another one. Terrible soup. Crunchy onions. Too much salt. But we made it together. And the act of making something, of putting together instead of tearing apart, was the thing that pulled me off that floor.

He says nothing more, but I can see the glint of annoyance in his eyes. Next, I blend the soup until it’s silky smooth, the perfect texture. “Blending hot liquids requires care,” I say. “A towel over the lid, to prevent any accidents.” The judges watch, wordlessly, as I ladle the smooth soup into wooden bowls, the color rich and inviting. I add the sour cream next, which swirls into the soup in soft white streaks, and then sprinkle the green onions on top. My breath hitches as I look down at the bowls.

Glaring at her, Dominic added "Don't tell me you expect me to drink this shit" "The soup isn't shit, Mr. Hartless!" Melina snapped angrily. How dare this man call her effort shit? "I put a lot of effort to make this soup for you, Mr. Hartless. It has a simple yet rare recipe. My Aunt thought me how to make it and it works like magic. Just one sip and the fever and cold will vanished into the thin air." "No, thank you. I will gladly pass. I rather freeze to death or burn up than drink this disgusting shit!" Dominic hissed and looked away.

“He is blind.” “What?” I turned to face her. “What do you mean?” “The chef? He is blind.” That couldn't be. He moved like a man that saw everything. “How do you know?” “He recognizes people by voice,” she said hurriedly. “That's is why he gave you Penelope's oatmeal.” “He hates her?” “Yes, a lot. She found out he was blind and stuck a fork in him once. Also poured pepper in the oats. He has hated her ever since”

“So, what do you think this is?” I squint at it, the steam rising from the bowl like it’s some sort of potion. “I’m not sure, but it looks like something you’d serve at a witch’s convention. Maybe eye of newt or something?” Trix grins, swirling the spoon around dramatically. “Good guess, but I think it’s... disappointment soup. Served cold, with a side of crushed dreams.” I snort, trying not to laugh as I push the bowl away. “Okay, next one.”