Chapter 9: beautiful story. I love how kris stuggle with his feelings, fought for his love and then got his beloved one with confidence love. and tao too fought for his love and keep waiting for the man he love. kiara the ever smart and understanding daughter. in the end all of them gain their happines together :)
Chapter 9: Well what can I say that hasn't already been said by the other commenters? This piece is so profound and beautiful. You write the way tao cooks lol - it gets to me in all the right ways. Holy this captured something, a portrayal of life that is so accurate and so deep. Phenomenal work! Thank you
Chapter 9: So good, but now I'm really hungry. I really want a good bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup. And to know the cute details of the rest of Taoris's lives.
Chapter 9: I don't think I have ever read a story that touched me so much. I have never cried because of a book, and only once have I shed a tear for a movie (even then it was because I was thinking about how actor in real life had died), but this story really made me FEEL. Thank you for such a beautifully written story, I shall forever think of it when I eat chicken soup. :)
Chapter 9: . Sorry for my language but this is one of the best fanfictions I have ever read. This story touches the heart with the pinches of everything. Longing, passion, hope, laughter. It's like life in a really small nutshell. It makes you stop and stare at life. And now, I'm just at a loss for words. This fic is so.... breathtaking. I cannot imagine anyone disliking this fanfiction ever. The message is powerful and beautiful. I came here only on rec for a dad!Kris. But, I am so glad that I got so much more than I could've ever expected. Thank you for such an amazing fic. I honestly don't know what kinda of toil and what kind of genius you are to have put this masterpiece together but I'm so glad you've written such a beautiful fic for everyone to soak in and appreciate. I send much love to you authornim~ <3
ps. thanks for reducing me into tears. it was obv. fun :P
I never really gave this story a chance. Don't get me wrong, I love all of your stories. I read all of the completed ones, just not thus one. I fell in love with all the other ones. Reading the first chapter of this story, I wasn't so sure, until now. And after finishing it, I regret never giving this story a chance earlier. Just like all the other ones you've written, this is also heart wrenching, sad, and amazing. Full of love and passion. Bravo.
Chapter 9: I always thought that there was something special that made a good story shine from the beginning: vivid words, painted paragraphs, outlandish characters, whiplash-inducing plot twists, quirky lines and bright endings. I've seen this story often and read the foreword, thought the hook wasn't as sharp as it should have been to reel people in, but somehow I found myself scrolling through stories for the nth time found once again this simple bowl of chicken soup and decided against all the times I'd passed it by. As soon as I woke from the daze the first chapter left me in, I was in a different world entirely.
How to describe it? The feeling that I forgot something that wants to return. Something tantalizing that's been blown away by time but sends soft kisses in dream letters and gusts of wind.
I couldn't ask like the critic to sympathize with that feeling...he called it deja vu. The feeling I'm struggling to come to terms with right now isn't something that has a name-not in this life, at least. Perhaps in a later one. But for now I'm just left with the feeling that I lost and gained something all at the same time.
What is this faceless emotion? This stranger that I met but once that changed my universe forever. Rearranging the stars and the planets and opting to toss the sun out because they shine so much brighter. Have I known them forever...or was it just a trick of the light? For a moment, they looked like a face sprung right out of memory, but-
...Who?
Somehow after reading this I feel like I've been exposed to my wake up call in life, and my alarm came in the form of a bowl full of simple, honest thoughts and words. I can't put my finger on it, but this left a distinguished impact that made me second guess what I've been doing and realize that my feet have wandered too far for too long from home.
Chapter 9: This is a masterpiece. Somehow I was able to smell and taste the dishes you described and feel the emotions of every character. Thank you so much for creating this beautiful work of art.
Chapter 9: I read the eighth and final chapter while listening through Ed Sheeran's Photograph in a loop. Kris and Tao's journey in these chapter really fits the song in my opinion- an adventure to go home and settle down with loved ones.
Being young like Tao, I admit I can relate to him on personal level. There are so much to see, to experience and to feel that eventhough settling for something- someone familiar can be tantalising, Tao- I just can't. Even if deep down there is an unspoken clarity that indeed, that one person- in this case Kris is someone whom Tao can safely call home.
I admire Kris' braveness and determination to reach out for Tao, to be the one to finally bridge the gap between them; leaving behind the familiarity and name that he had built for himself, all for the sake of love towards a man with permanent, cursive ink running throughout his anatomy.
His peach, his sweetheart.
Your story has and will always be beautiful. Never has it failed to reduce me to conjure strings of reminiscence that is entirely my own. Perhaps this can also be the perfect chicken soup for my restless soul.
Thank you.
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