She filled the bowl with the warm soup, placed it before him.

With others you feel rock first and then the warm soup.

Curiously, my waitress asked if I preferred the soup warm or cold.

He did feel better with the warm soup inside him.

Within minutes she was sitting down to the warm soup, and a cold glass of milk.

Add a spoonful of the warm soup and stir well.

The air was a warm soup of their scents.

I'll make some nice warm soup and you take a nice nap.

"A bowl of warm soup, and a turn by the fire, that's what you need, isn't it, child?"

When the temperatures drop and the days get shorter, nothing hits the spot like a bowl of warm soup.