Novel & Cerita Soup That Makes You Blind

The taste is not bad, even with more complete seasoning and ingredients, this soup will taste even better. There was no rice, but potatoes in the refrigerator, Liona decided to make mashed potatoes. Some potatoes that have been peeled, steam until soft, then crushed with a little salt, heavy cream and condensed milk. In addition, Liona makes scramble eggs as a side dish. And the cooking be done. When the water was boiling and Liona was making tea, suddenly the figure of Victor was leaning against the kitchen doorway. "Smells good." Liona shrieked, almost dropping the teapot. Fortunately, she was able to hold it quickly, otherwise Liona might have to be hospitalized because she was scalded by

He instantly looked at Sumico because he knew the maids and the chefs from Ocean Blue Land didn’t know how to cook such a traditional Chinese soup like that. “You… You… You intentionally put the red orpiment into this soup for our Big Boss Virando. You’ve obviously known that our Big Boss Virando is dreadfully allergic to the red orpiment, but you deliberately put the red orpiment into the soup which he eats and consumes. How dare you! How dare you!” Sugar Aquarius approached Sumico. He harshly and heartlessly pushed Sumico backwards and backwards. Sumico’s helpless as well as hopeless tears carried on flowing down and flowing down.

“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.”

The weight of the moment felt like it was crushing air out of the room. I stood at my station as the Northern soup was placed before me. It was a rainbow of colors. The golden lettuce was sliced into thin, translucent strips. Damien and Silas stood at my sides. They looked at the soup with wary eyes. Across the hall, Skade and her team received our bowls. I looked at Varg. He did not pick up a spoon. He did not even look at the moon waffle. He just stared into the distance. His eyes were empty and glazed.

Then, the boiling soup swiftly caused a thick fog in that drizzling alley. Caspian hurriedly backed away, but a small part dropped on him. Next, he smelled a scent neither fragrant nor foul, and his face changed slightly. Caspian looked at the dumpling soup on his clothes, which turned purple. "This is— Qi breaker!" Caspian frowned and looked at the old woman.

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”

“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”

"There’s poison in the soup. I can smell it. Powdered poisonous mushrooms — the kind that cause hallucinations and stomach spasms. It’s masked well, but I can smell the difference. This isn’t natural." My gaze dropped to the soup. Still steaming. Still innocent-looking. The scent was appetising. But the hint scent of the mushroom was there, faint and dangerously hidden. A trap. They wanted me to eat it. So, all the smiling faces and everything were nothing but betrayal. I forced a calm expression and looked up at Nova. “Would you join me?” I asked, gently patting the chair across from mine. “It’s lonely eating alone these days.” Nova blinked. “Pardon?”