[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

The one who interrupted the two elves' staring was not Barton, who kept poking his head, but Tut Baggins, who walked in with a pile of food.

The hobbit obviously didn't feel the pink atmosphere coming out of the room. His wide soles ensured that he would not be easily noticed when he walked, but when he put the things on the table, he sent out The voice still made two pairs of eyes look over, Tut rubbed his shoulders, and then looked at Olivier with a smile: "The croissant you want."

Olivier coughed, tried his best to ignore Ceci's gaze, and strode over.Standing at the table, looking at the contents with turquoise eyes, the Digger is not just a croissant, but a mug of goat's milk, as well as cheese and fruit.

There is also bread that is packed in the plate, exuding the sweet smell of honey, and the color is very attractive.

It was all good stuff, the Elf Prince knew, and it was the best a hobbit could bring up.

Some doubts, but also with a sudden increase in kindness, Olivier looked at the little Hobbit who was as tall as his own waist: "Thank you for your hospitality, Tut, but we are not greedy, we only need two pieces of croissants. alright."

"Although you eat, maybe I'm not as rich as you, but I can still afford a meal." Tut didn't care what Olivier said, just jumped up and sat on the high stool, leaned out He took three plates from the front and set them up, then looked at the two elves, "It's dinner time when the sun goes down, now we have to eat."

This is still a hobbit with a very regular schedule.

Olivier did not refuse his kindness and did the opposite of the Hobbit.Naturally, Sisi would not refuse. When Olivier sat down, he walked to another chair, thanked Tut and sat down.

The chair in Bag End was too high for Tut, and he had to jump up and down to sit on it.It's not to make trouble for himself, but Bag End was built in a tree hole by Master Baggins. It is hidden and safe, but it is also low-lying. Occasionally, when it rains, some rainwater will accidentally flow here.

He had thought about raising the height of Bag End, but that was obviously a bigger project than Tut would think about until he got married, so he raised the chairs and the table to make sure everything was safe.

This is a bit high for the little hobbit, just get used to it, but for the two-week elf, although it is still a little shorter than the usual tables and chairs, it is obviously acceptable.

Olivier took a piece of burnt honey bread and put it on the plate, looked at it for a while, then took it and put it into his mouth.

Elves always have a sensitive sense of taste, which makes them picky. This may be the reason why elves seldom eat meat. No matter how spices are added to cooked meat, it is difficult to conceal the faint fishy smell inside.Including honey, Olivier seldom eats it, even though it does have a sweet and delicious taste.

But the industrious hobbit discovered the delicacy of these simple foods in a simple way, at least when Olivier took a bite, the sweet and fragrant crispy soft bread, and the smell of burnt sweet and fragrant honey, Completely captured the mouth of the elf prince.

"Dear Tut, you have unparalleled hands." Olivier praised sincerely after swallowing the bread in his mouth.

"It's nothing, Ollie, you have to know that only hobbits who can make delicious bread can be favored by good girls." Tut held the bread in both hands with a smile, and smiled even happier after taking a bite.

Only when you taste the fruits of labor will you feel sincere joy, which is the most simple human emotion.

Olivier was a little surprised when he heard this sentence: "I thought that making food was something women should do."

Tut waved his hand: "Oh, we are different from you humans. Cooking is a matter for two people, because the female hobbits are also working in the farmland. They work very hard. Naturally, they need a delicious meal when they come home. Instead of continuing to ask them to pay for labor." The little hobbit took another bite of bread, "Humans tend to keep women at home, and I don't like you like that."

I don't like it either. Female elves sometimes have higher fighting power than male elves, and they have a better talent for being compatible with magic elements. It would be a pity if they just stay in the house.

This gave Olivier an idea, maybe it would be good to train some female elves?After all the way of mashing them all together seems a little archaic now.

Look at the Hobbit, they all know how to divide the labor.

Tut didn't think he said anything great, after all, he just told Olivier what he had experienced.

The little hobbit's fingers are not long, but this ensures that he can hold farm implements and food firmly.After taking another bite of bread, Tut's calf swayed a few times, and he happily spread butter on the bread with a knife.

Olivier couldn't accept butter, but Ceci's eyes lit up obviously. He broke open the croissant, spread some butter on it, and ate it slowly.

Olivier was sure that he saw the expression of enjoyment on the face of the always gentle elf.

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The Elven Prince liked the supper, but his appetite could not handle such a huge portion as Tut's.Look, this hobbit, who is no higher than Olivier's waist, has eaten ten croissants, two honey loaves the size of his face, a large hunk of butter, and three cups of goat's milk .

This is a race with a bottomless appetite.

Olivier was no match for him, a croissant and a morsel of honey bread had already filled his stomach.

Although he ate very happily, the elf prince still remembered to keep some food for the night for the little fur ball in his arms.Quietly breaking off a small piece of bread and holding it in his hand, Olivier looked at Tut with a smile.

Hobbits are always shielded from everything outside when eating. They immerse themselves in the beauty of food and use this way to soothe the tiredness of the day.When Tut realized that Olivier was looking at him, he had already swept everything on the table, Tut with a bulging stomach was gnawing on his big red fruit.

And Olivier's focused eyes with a smile focused on his stomach, which made Hobbit, who had never had a concept of sitting posture, straighten his back almost instantly, trying to retract his stomach.

"You have a good appetite, as you said, you must be a good hobbit." Olivier looked at Tut's face with a smile, his tone was gentle.

Tut also laughed when he heard this, and was leaned on the back of the chair again, his stomach bulging again: "Of course, I am the best hobbit here."

Olivier tilted his head, his long black hair slipped from his shoulders: "Perhaps, you were once a thief?"

After hearing this, Tut gnawed the fruit for a while, and then his eyes became vigilant: "No, Al, I don't like that kind of profession. A good Baggins would not do those things." of."

"I thought you would like to go out and see the outside world." Olivier didn't seem to see Tut's resistance, but said with a smile.

Tut thought that Olivier wanted him to be a thief, but now it seemed that Olivier was just chatting.I spurned myself in my heart, how could such a good-looking human being let him do bad things for no reason?Tut continued to gnaw on the fruit: "Crack. It's beautiful there, but it's also dangerous. Crack. Not only will I not go, I will also prevent my future children from going there."

The sound of Tut gnawing on the fruit was very clear, and it sounded very attractive.Olivier hesitated for a moment, and also picked up a fruit.

Red with an alluring sheen.

One bite, the juice is overflowing, and the sweet taste has a little sourness, but it is delicious.

Olivier blinked and looked at Sisi with the expression that he wanted to find a tree with this kind of fruit to bring back to the dense forest and plant it.Seeing Sisi nodded, Olivier turned his face to Tut again: "What you said is correct, at least I can't refute it."

Tut smiled, not looking proud.

"But if you don't go and have a look and just stay in this small place, don't you feel sorry? Kacha." Olivier also took a bite of the fruit.

This kind of behavior made Sisi frown. His prince never talked while eating, which was not decent.

It seems that after learning to stay in bed from humans, His Royal Highness learned a bad habit from a dwarf hobbit.Sisi had a smile on his face, but his eyes were already stabbing Tut like a knife.

But the little hobbit was strong enough, and with all his attention on Olivier, he couldn't feel Sisi's dissatisfaction at all.

Olivier's behavior of talking while gnawing on the fruit made Tut feel kind, so he moved his buttocks, rubbed forward, and put both arms on the table: "No matter how risky you are, in the end I will Will go back to my Bag End, and live the same life as now, won't I?" Seeing that Olivier still wanted to talk, Tut waved his hand, "I've heard other hobbits say that Only when the waist is beautiful outside can you have memories. It’s as if memories can be eaten.”

"Crack. Don't you like it?" Olivier took another bite of the fruit.

"I like beautiful things, but I prefer a peaceful life." The hobbit had already eaten his fruit, wiped his mouth, and had a simple smile on his round face.

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The meal was over, and the little hobbit was going to consider arranging a place for his new friends, while Olivier was still sitting at the table, holding his chin and wondering what to think.

Sisi rescued Barton, who was forgotten by Olivier, threw a choke spell over, smiled and looked at the little yellow bird standing there in a daze, and threw a small piece of bread left by the elf prince over there up.He walked to Olivier and sat down, and asked softly, "What are you thinking, Your Highness?"

"It seems that Tut is having a good time here." Olivier looked at Hobbiton, which already had some lights outside, and said softly, "Maybe we can't ask him to help."

Ceci's eyes flashed, and then he looked at Olivier with a smile: "No, we can wait, maybe he will change his mind?"

"I don't think it's possible." Olivier looked a little frustrated, "We waited for several days before deciding to knock on his door today, but we still failed."

"There are still other hobbits, Your Highness, we have to be patient." Sisi smiled, narrowing his eyes to cover his emotions, "And it's not bad to stay here for a while, isn't it? There is a blue sky here Woolen cloth."

Olivier glanced at Sisi and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Occasionally, I want to take a vacation for myself." Sisi said softly.

"I thought you always wanted me to be... great." Olivier did not forget what Ceci once said.

The blue-eyed elf tilted his head with a smile, looking extremely gentle: "You are destined to become great, my lord."