Novel & Cerita Soup That Makes You Blind

I asked, leaning against the doorframe. He puckered his lips, tapping the screen to pause the video. "I don't think I've ever actually seen chicken macaroni soup before. Is it supposed to look like this, hon?" "Seriously?" A laugh bubbled up in my throat. "You've never had sopas? It’s just a really simple, creamy chicken noodle dish." "Right," he said, clearing his throat. "Well, why don't you go take your shower while I try to figure this out?"

"It's so bland!" I tried to explain. "I tried to season it according to the recipe." "Recipe?" She sneered. "Are you deliberately trying to poison us? Or is your brain as empty as this soup bowl?" I stayed silent. There was no point in arguing. She wouldn't listen. "Besides, what's the use of this soup? There's no nutrition in it! Just water and pathetic vegetables." Without warning, Luna Eva snatched the soup bowl in front of her. She splashed the hot broth onto my hand. I stifled a scream. The heat spread, burning my skin.

“So tell me more, what magic are you working this time around?” “Guess?” “How can I guess I've looked at it and I cannot I even understand what it is” “It's an American soup called chicken foot and trust me when I say that this soup is always good . I made it for you one time when you recently gave birth to Moon but I doubt you would remember”. “You made it for me?” I asked my mum in surprise cause honestly I can't remember what the soup tasted like “Yes of course I made it for you, today Moon was scrolling through his phone and when he saw the soup on the internet, he came to show it to me saying that he's craving it and and really want to see what it tasted like”

Could it be that. Thinking of this, Alexander shifted his gaze to the bowl of soup in front of him, which he had already consumed more than half of. Because he hadn't had a proper meal for several days, he drank too hastily just now and didn't notice that the soup tasted different. Looking back, there seemed to be a medicinal taste in the soup, definitely not the flavor of the Codonopsis in it, but another kind of medicinal taste that he was not familiar with. "Damn it!" He cursed, picking up the bowl and hurling it at Elena, bellowing, "What the hell did you put in this soup?"

She added sliced potatoes, carrots and a pinch of salt to give the soup the perfect flavour. Juliana let the soup simmer over low heat. She set the timer so that the soup was cooked perfectly, while occasionally glancing at the sofa where Ishak and William were. Even though her heart was still captivated by the warmth and affection radiating from William's gaze, Juliana reminded herself to stay focused on her task.

But as I stared down at the soup, my stomach rolled with nausea. I put my hand on my belly, feeling a tightness there. It was like my body was warning me that I shouldn’t eat that soup. I lifted the spoon for a moment, examining it. It didn’t smell or look like anything was off, but that didn’t mean anything. In my pack, Moonshade plants grew wild, and when mixed correctly, they could create an odorless, colorless poison. I’ve seen my father use it when he eliminates enemies. Since being here, I hadn’t seen any Moonshade plants around, but considering my father, Diana, and Sophia were here, I wouldn’t put it past them to bring it here. But would my father really try to kill me?

Andrea said lazily, sliding onto a stool. I worked quickly, pulling out ingredients for the soup I knew would help her hangover, which was ginger, garlic, chicken broth, and a dash of cayenne. The kitchen filled with the spicy, comforting aroma as the soup simmered. All the while, Andrea watched me in silence, her fingers tapping against the counter. “You’re so obedient,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “You must be so damned desperate to stay in this house. Or is it Adriano you’re after?”

He caressed his cheek for a moment before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I know you're hungry, but I don't want you to eat too much too quick. If you do, you'll just get sick and throw it all up. We need to keep this down, so eat slow and stop before you're too full." Blake said as he reached over and grabbed the bowl of soup off the nightstand. Azrael looked into the bowl then licked his lips. He didn't recognize the soup, he couldn't tell what it was but it looked wonderful! It had chunks of red meat along with vegetables and potatoes. And the smell was amazing and instantly made his mouth water.

He blinked against the sunlight spilling across the room, only to find a tray on the nightstand beside him. A steaming bowl of hangover soup sat waiting, the scent of ginger and scallions curling into the air. Richard groaned, pressing a palm to his temple before dragging himself upright. His hair was a wreck, his eyes bloodshot—but his gaze went straight to the soup. “You made this?” he rasped, suspicion under the hoarseness. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Someone had to. You were stumbling around like a drunk in a storm last night. Figured you’d want your head in one piece today.”

However, when the soup was ready, it was exactly what it looked like now, so different from what he had seen on the internet. To see if the soup worked, Julien got himself a bit drunk, and then he drank the soup he made. When he woke up in the morning, he found that the soup really worked and that he didn't have any discomfort from the drunkenness. Therefore, he was sure the soup was effective. He was going to ask Sydney to guess who made the soup after she drank it. Then he could tell her with pride that he made it. He imagined he might see the surprised and admiring look in her eyes.