Anybody have a recipe for that spicy soup from the Chinese restaurant?

I’m sure if you’ve been to a Chinese restaurant, you’ve at least heard of the spicy Szechuan soup (also known as “wonton soup” or “hot and sour soup”).<br><br>Long story short, a few weeks ago I was sick as a dog. I had a fever over 101° F, body aches all over, and a runny nose that wouldn’t quit. <br><br>My boyfriend brought me wonton soup from our favorite Chinese place hoping the steam from it would help clear my sinuses. I wasn’t up to eating, but I Toughed it out and slurped down the entire bowl.<br><br>By around 9:00 that evening, my symptoms had subsided dramatically. The only thing I still had was a slightly runny nose. I was so relieved because I hadn’t been feeling good for almost a month.<br><br>The very next day I decided to call the restaurant and ask for the recipe. They told me it was a secret recipe that had been passed down through their generations. Whatever, no big deal. I can just purchase the wontons at the store and make my own chicken soup. The Relief that I was finally beginning to feel was the most important thing.<br><br>I ended up going to the store twice that day. Once for the wontons, and a second time for the ingredients to make the soup. I just wanted a taste of that amazing yummy comfort food. <br><br>I had no problem finding the wontons or the ingredients, and I spent the rest of the evening cooking up a huge pot of hot and spicy goodness. <br><br>I ended up freezing a lot of it and sending some to family and friends. Looking back on it, I probably ended up making enough chicken soup to feed an entire village. <br><br>The next morning I woke up feeling awful again. Back to square one. The first thing I thought about was the chicken soup, how much I wanted to eat it, and how I was almost out of it. So I ended up going to the store again to purchase more ingredients to make more. <br><br>This happened every single day for almost a month. I was getting so tired of chicken soup, but yet I was craving it so much. It was all I could think about. I started getting worried because I was spending so much money on the ingredients and I barely had enough money for rent. But I didn’t care I was so desperate for more of that soup and I didn’t care if I ended up on the streets. <br><br>It was so strange. I had never craved anything so much in my entire life. I barely ate anything else except the soup. I was starting to get a little worried about my health. I had never had this kind of problem before. I ended up calling the restaurant again, this time to ask if their soup happens to have addictive properties. <br><br>They told me to never contact them again and then they hung up the phone. It seemed like I was out of luck and I just had to wait this out.  <br><br>I just couldn’t believe how much money I was spending. I had to purchase two to three rotisserie chickens daily. 3 bunches of green onions, 3 stalks of celery, 3 carrots, 2 packets of dry noodles, a gallon of chicken broth, and an entire bag of wontons. I was also getting tired of eating the same thing every single day. I was getting weaker by the day. I think I was beginning to starve myself. <br><br>So one day I decided to suck it up and waste a couple of hours of my life to get to the bottom of all of this. I drove to the restaurant and walked inside. The dining area was empty. There was only one waitress. I approached her and told her I needed to see the manager. <br><br>She brought out a middle aged Asian man. He was wearing a white T-shirt covered in what looked like BBQ sauce and black pants. His eyes were blood shot and there was black gunge around his eyes. He also had black gunge around his lips and stringy black hair hanging from the sides of his head. <br><br>I approached him and asked him if their chicken soup had addictive properties. He looked at me with a blank stare and told me to follow him. <br><br>We walked through the kitchen and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were dead chickens covering every inch of the floor. There were also large cardboard boxes full of green onions, Celery, and carrots. <br><br>There were other boxes full of dry noodles and wontons. I saw gallons of chicken broth. I saw a counter with over 30 pots full of soup. <br><br>I asked him what in the hell all of this was for. He didn’t answer my question. He just kept walking and directing me to follow him. <br><br>We ended up in a small cage like door. We entered it and everything went completely dark. By God’s grace it wasn’t long before I saw light. <br><br>I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were hundreds of people eating from bowls. They were all covered in the same black gunge. I saw dead chickens covering the walls. There were big boxes of green onions, Celery, and carrots. <br><br>It was like something you would see from a horror movie. The leader walked up to me and said, “do you know why you are here?” I shook my head “no”. <br><br>He said, “you are here for my people to live. We need you to purchase our soup everyday. It has addictive properties and we need people like you to keep our village alive.” <br><br>I said, “why?” He told me it was for the comfort of his people. I got mad and demanded that he take me back to where my car was. <br><br>He said, “no, you’re not going anywhere.” And with that I watched as dozens of people crawled towards me like zombies. <br><br>I turned around and ran. I never stopped running. I didn’t stop until I was in my car speeding away as fast as I could. I never went back to that restaurant again. <br><br>If you have a favorite Chinese restaurant, please be careful. You never know what you might be getting yourself into.