Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

lozenge. As I stirred the pot slowly, I tilted my wrist ever so slightly. The powder drifted down the edge of the ladle, dissolving seamlessly into the boiling soup and vanishing without a trace. The sweet scent of soup filled the air as the mixture spread evenly through the pot. When Sierra and Hailey entered the cafeteria, I looked up and waved cheerfully. "The school's free soup is actually really good. It's even sweet! Want to try some? It's supposed to bring good luck for exams."

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.

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?"

My mum blurts out the question, still feeding me the soup. Despite the suddenness of the inquisition, I accept the soup she feeds into my mouth and take my time swallowing it before answering her. “Yeah. I do.” Her eyes lock with mine for a brief pause, warm and deep. She sighs afterwards, and doesn't look away as she digs the spoon back into the soup bowl for another portion. Even a blind person who has been around in this house for barely half a day knows that there is definitely something going on between me and Leo.

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.

She replied, her expression blank, masking her feeling of curiosity and keenness. "Soup dishes mostly aren't that complex, when making them, think of it just like a witch mixing up a huge cauldron of ingredients to make a potion," Viola joked. Before going further to explain. "They are as easy as it gets, next to boiling water, all that matters is your timing for putting everything in, which is typically just up to you." She paused, staring straight into Aliyah's eyes to make sure she was following all she had been saying. She had a habit of zoning out at times like this. Aliyah nodded to signify that she was truly listening, which fueled her to continue her lecture.

"Why don't you taste the soup you cooked" I send her a glare and take the plate from her. I deep the spoon in and take it to my mouth, I swallow it in one gulp, I close my eyes instantly and wince. "Holy shit!!" I exclaimed. I keep the soup on the nightstand and take large gulps of water. It's so salty and has a bland taste. I frown as I stare at the soup in disgust. What went wrong? I did everything according to that video I saw online, then how do it taste so bad.

Then I realized I was out of my mind. What was I thinking? I couldn't afford the moon. I couldn't even afford to wish for it. Panicking, I switched the subject. "So... uh... what's in this soup? Is it beef? Or chicken? I honestly can't tell." He laughed, then pushed his own bowl toward me. "Can't figure it out? It's made of scaredy-cat stuffing. You know-cowards who act bold, take a bite, then run away when it's time to pay the price."

"Interesting good or interesting bad?" "Just... interesting." He took another bite. Swallowed with visible effort. Seth tried the vegetables. His eyes widened. "Zane. How much butter did you use?" "The recipe said generous." "This is beyond generous. This is a butter soup with vegetables floating in it." "They're cooked though." "They're drowning." Sister Claire tried the bread. "It's very... dense." "I know." "Like a weapon," one of the twins added. "You could kill someone with this," the other twin agreed.