In fact, I don't drink any soup with beans or nuts in them; which is queer, considering most Chinese soupy desserts are made with them (which is also why I don't consume the majority of typical Chinese desserts.). 

At lunch time, while the lights were switched off, I decided to catch some shut-eye and I awoke to my chestnut-hued IKEA mug being filled with warm red bean soup, made by my colleague. 

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So today, for the first time in years, I drank red bean soup; grateful for every spoonful of kindness and love.