When it was maybe early December, it was snowing wind cold as ice, I had just got done with making some Zuppa soup. The Knight had just gotten done eating a spoonful of it and says “The flavor of this soup is unimaginable, the spice is just right to where it’s not too spicy it’s just right. The potatoes are just nice and soft, the broth tastes as good as it looks.” Everyone had liked the soup I had made, seeing people go back for second and some even going back for their third bowl. When I went to see if there would be any to store for later, to my surprise, there was nothing left, not even a drop.
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