Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

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

“Sobering soup. Drink it before you go to sleep.” Calvin let out a faint “hmm” and picked up the soup spoon—only to immediately choke and cough violently. “So hot?” Adriana pressed her hand to her forehead. “You don’t know how to blow on it? It just came off the stove—it’s obviously hot!” Had drinking dulled his IQ? He was straight-up stupid. Scalded but stubborn, Calvin didn’t spit it out. He swallowed the steaming mouthful, then finally had the sense to blow on the second one before sipping it.

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.

Silent analysis a bit, au is also a completely normal thing. The sweet smell of soup rose into the air. It rushed through the nose, attacking Olwen's sense of smell. Under an automatic mechanism, the appetite is stimulated, causing saliva to be secreted. She lustfully looked at the bright red tomato paste. There are also carrots, potatoes, and broccoli. All are pureed and carefully filtered. Just looking at it is enough to see the sincerity of the person who made this dish.

Alex said, sitting on one of the chairs. “You don’t look good,” Lucy said. “Hangover,” Alex said. “You never drink so much, what happened?” Lucy asked. “I don’t know. There was this drink Frank asked that we all tried. I think I just got carried away with it,” Alex said. “I think I have something that could make it better,” Steph said and both Lucy and Alex turned to look at her. “What’s it?” Alex asked. “There is this soup my college roommate made, anytime we came back to the dorm drunk. The soup is so effective that it makes anything you feel go away in minutes,” Steph explained.