#REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS DOUBLE BOILED CHICKEN SOUP SCENE EXCERPT TODAY

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OMGGG YES PLLLEEEEASSSEE!

fine FINEEEE i’ll drop another excerpt from two virgin losers (doesn’t exist on ao3 yet) THIS IS FROM CH3 AND I WANTED TO SHARE IT BC. im chinese and i like chinese food ANYWAY CORE FOUR DRINKING SOUP MARINETTE MADE (also context: they are 23 here. adrienette are exes)

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“Oh my god…” Alya moans into the intake of broth her spoon holds. “This is the best liquid thing I’ve ever put in my mouth—what the hell is this, Marinette?”

Marinette grins, appreciating the rich flavors marinating her tongue as well. She thinks she did a good job, if she can say so herself.

“This is double-boiled chicken soup,” she informs them. “My uncle taught me how to make it.”

“Man, you boiled this soup twice for us? That’s real cool, Marinette.”

She chokes on Nino’s comment. “I didn’t boil it twice, just a really long time. Double-boiled chicken soup is usually made by putting a pot of soup into another pot, hence the whole uh, double-boiling thing. For me, I ditched the second pot and used a good pressure cooker instead,” she smiles. “Not that it matters, of course. Chinese soups just need loads of cooking time to work their magic. I barely did anything!”

“That’s not true,” Adrien interjects, eyes fluttering as he takes another sip. “You and I both know you only learn what ingredients to put in, not any measurements. You decided how much of everything to put in, and you did it perfectly,” he beams. “I think I like this soup better than the version your uncle made.”

Alya and Nino raise their eyebrows at each other.

“What?” Marinette laughs very bashfully. “There’s no way I made it better—my uncle’s a world renowned chef! I mean, did I make a good soup? Yeah—is it amazing? Sure! But better than him? Pfft–“ she flips her hand at him–“not in a million years.”

He isn’t even fazed. Just drinks more soup, eats a tender piece of chicken from his bowl. “Well, of course it’s possible. You’re great at everything.”

“Uh, back up a few steps,” Alya interjects, smirking with her arms crossed. Marinette does not like the look of this. “You two visited Marinette’s uncle together? All the way in China?”