Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

"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.”

She continued, her voice sounding like she felt even more hurt by the fact that she hadn’t yet eaten from the food and only her father was left to suffer this. “Keira added blue onions to that pot.” She continued. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but it’s the soup, Ryk.” She said as she looked into his eyes, hers were red and filled with pain. “It’s poisoned.” She said. Ryk’s blood ran cold, and his heart began to beat faster as he tried to understand what she was saying. The Luna’s soup, Keira’s soup, was it poisoned? He shook his head as his heart rejected the idea, his loyalty to Keira was clashing with the horror of Abigail’s condition.

I suddenly heard him ask what did I make. "I cook sour soup for you. It has kimchi and lemongrass for you to go back to your senses," I explain to Lucas as I reach out to his cupboard to get a bowl for him. After that, I place the soup in the middle of the table. I glance that he is serving himself. "This is refreshing," he drinks the soup moderately. "Yeah, that should be. But, Lucas, may I ask, you are acting weird lately. What happened to you?" I ask him what happen to him.

A lot of gooey things floated around her bowl in the soup. Ryan blinked twice as he was served. 'It's like the old lady just plops down anything in anyone's plate,' he pushed away the brownish soup that had things looking like eyeballs in it. He closed his eyes. 'I'll pass.' Andrew didn't look up from the book he was reading. He reached for his latte and took a sip. His expression gave nothing away. Ethan retched as he swallowed a spoonful of his food. Suzanne also pushed away her plate as she watched Ethan gag continuously.

Arielle glared at him, "Just you poor." The group of four went inside. Today, Leonard Grey brought them to a soup restaurant. The restaurant looks small, but there are many people. The soup is fresh and delicious. Each person has a small casserole with different tastes. "Arielle, I want to try your fish soup. You can also try my snail soup. I drink this soup for beauty and beauty." Mark Logan pushed his soup to Arielle. Arielle also gave Mark Logan her own soup, and the two drank the soup instead. Mark blinked at the two of them, and then silently looked into Leonard Grey's soup jar.

We stared at each other for a moment before his gaze shifted to the bowl of soup. “You haven’t eaten your soup?” he asked. “How do you expect me to eat in an unknown place, thinking I’ve been kidnapped? What if the soup was poisoned?” I retorted, still on edge. “The soup isn’t poisoned. Drink it before it gets cold. You have a cold, and this will help,” he said, not taking my worries seriously. As if on cue, I sneezed loudly. I took the soup, drinking it quickly. When I finished, I burped loudly and patted my stomach. Adrian looked at me, amused.

I muttered, placing the food on the table Sarah had set over his thighs. "Of course, I don't," he groaned, his voice laced with discomfort. "Sorry," I murmured, picking up the spoon and dipping it into the soup. I scooped a bit of the soup, and brought it close to his lips. "Ah," I demonstrated, parting my lips slightly. He imitated me and drank the soup. "Ugh!" he shuddered slightly. "This soup tastes so weird...or rather awful." "I think she added some drugs to it," I guessed, taking another scoop.