Prepare

Noella's POV

"We can make vegetable soup with this meat," I said while chopping vegetables. "A soup that's warm and full of love."

Uncle Martin smiled, his spirits beginning to rise. "That's a good idea, Noella. I'll prepare the pot and start cutting the meat."

We worked together in the kitchen, the atmosphere full of togetherness and joy. I felt the warmth of Uncle Martin's home, a warmth that made every meal special. We cooked with gusto, sharing tasks and stories.

"This dish reminds me of my childhood," Uncle Martin said as he stirred the soup pot. "Back then, your foster mother and I used to cook together, just like today."

I smiled and added some spices to the pot. "Cooking together like this always makes me feel happy, Uncle."

After a while, our vegetable soup began to boil, and a delicious aroma filled the kitchen. I checked the taste of the soup and added a little salt to my cooking. "It seems to have the right flavor, Uncle."

"This will be the perfect dish to welcome your ma