Novel & Cerita Soup That Makes You Blind

He leaned in with his handsome face and said, "This is a new cooking style for soup I recently learned. Have a taste and see if it's nice." Yasmin glanced at the bowl of soup. Its color was dark. "What's this?" she asked. "It's herbal chicken soup," he said with a smile. "I bought the chicken from a small farm. The weather is chilly. You should drink more chicken soup to nourish your body." Yasmin felt disgusted. "Can I not drink it?" The soup seemed really bad. Blake shook his head. "No way. I had it simmered for three hours. You must drink it," he insisted.

“You can’t expect me to eat with this blindfold on.” “You’ll see,” was his cryptic response. A few seconds later, I heard a door open, and plates were set down before us. I smelled soup, beef stock possibly, and fresh-baked bread. Rebecca left, and I fumbled in front of me for a spoon, found it, and then hunted for the edges of the bowl. I found it, only to jostle it so scalding liquid sloshed onto my hand, causing me to jerk away and curse.

He directed her to the couch, where they sat. "Wanna know my secret of how I make the soup?" He inquired, leaning forward with eagerness. Onyx began speaking even before Ophelia nodded. "I blend the lentils with the soup base, which adds richness and creaminess to the soup while also bringing out more flavor." Ophelia nodded and sighed, "You're trying way too hard you know." She muttered giving him a small smile and the façade of excitement faded away from his face. "I'm sorry about today Ophelia. I shoved you into-" He was stopped in his sentence when Ophelia exclaimed picking up a magazine from the table in front.

The clatter of stainless steel spoons against ceramic plates felt louder than usual, each ring echoing like a gavel in the small dining room. Tobi focused on the steam rising from the mountain of efo riro (soup) on his plate, trying to disappear into the earthy scent of locust beans and spinach. But the anonymity he had worn like a second skin for years had been stripped away by his own hands.

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

The awful smell gave me a headache, and seeing Cecilia made it worse. Before long, she brought out the soup and beckoned me. “Have three bowls a day. Consume it for a week, and it’ll work really well.” We walked over. The bowl contained a brownish-yellow liquid that smelled poisonous. Sophie snorted. “Did you cook up some crap?” Cecilia held the bowl close to my nose, and the steam made my eyes sting. I covered my nose and backed away. “I’m not drinking that. Just leave.”

Larry said, his eyes glinting with mischief. Lauren rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Magic soup?" "Yup. My mom makes it whenever we’re sick. It works wonders," he explained, walking over to Sophie. "Hey, kid," he said gently, his tone surprising Lauren with its softness. "How about a little soup? Just a sip. I swear, it’s like magic." Sophie blinked up at him, her eyes barely open. But after a long moment, she nodded, clearly too tired to argue.

A massive, thick bowl of creamy mushroom and seafood soup was dumped entirely over her head. The thick, viscous liquid instantly saturated her ginger hair, gluing the strands to her forehead and cheeks. The heavy, warm soup dripped down the lenses of her black-framed glasses, blinding her, before cascading down the front of her brand-new, pristine charcoal blazer and white button-down shirt. The fishy, earthy smell of the soup instantly overwhelmed her senses. A loud, mocking chuckle erupted from right behind her. "Oops! My bad. I totally did not see you standing there," a cruel, unfamiliar voice remarked.

I felt happy knowing I gave him a chance, I'll surely fall in love with this guy, he was trying after everything we've been through. "Thank you for giving me another one too," I smiled. "I made chicken soup along with mash potatoes and toast bread, it's not fancy and it might not taste good, but I tried," he beamed, as he placed the soup in the bowl and the other pieces of food on the plate. It honestly it smelt amazing for someone who hasn't tried to cook. The chicken soup had little bits of chicken in it and it also had corn which was one of my favourite vegetables. The mash potatoes looked holy, it really smelt delicious, for a blind man, he can sure cook up a mean meal. I smiled brightly

viola smiled and said "fine have it more" he nodded his head like a obedient kid and drank half of the bowl but suffering a lot viola said "this soup reduces any fever within seconds if a person without fever drinks can causes many troubles so don't say this recipe to a person who doesn't have fever" liam gulped in fever and asked "what kind of troubles" viola replied "like vomiting, diarrhea, chilling sensation mostly to the boys they can become impotent" liam stood from the couch and ran near kitchen to vomit the soup he drank, he is trying so hard to vomit the soup he drank viola is laughing so hard looking at his childishness