A wide variety of goods, low prices, and someone's generous, courteous behavior. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon Hobbiton accepted Liu Rui'an, who came here because he was lost, from an ancient country in the far East.

So when night still falls, Hobbiton is not as quiet as it had been before.

A bonfire party dedicated to oriental magicians was bustling in the open space of the town.

Fish, meat, vegetables, fruits and melons, and of course, wine.

As a popular object, Liu Ruian is also not stingy.

Barrels of wine were brought to the party, and expensive spices were delivered to the makeshift open-air kitchen.

As Liu Rui'an expected, the level of cooking in this world is about the same as that of all the ancient Western worlds.

For this reason, Liu Ruian specially asked people to build a large Chinese-style stove for himself and prepared a full five stoves.

When the fire rises, five huge iron pots are placed on it, and there is a burst of "Zila! Zila! In the sound of oil explosion, the rich aroma of vegetables quickly spread.

It is difficult to reconcile this kind of thing, and it is naturally impossible for Liu Ruian not to know.

Just like when pure Chinese cuisine developed in foreign countries, it had to change according to the eating habits of the locals.

The food that Liu Ruian made this time was naturally also aimed at the taste of hobbits.

It is precisely because of this that when the plates of food with all the colors and flavors are served, the sound of saliva constantly sounded near the stove.

After Liu Ruian put the eighteenth dish into a large bowl and let the girl who helped take it away, he turned his head and glanced at somewhere in Hobbiton.

Meanwhile, outside the door of Bilbo Baggins' house, a fierce-looking dwarf was banging on the round wooden door.

It's a pity that because of the appearance of Liu Ruian, the entire Hobbiton people who can act go to the bonfire, even Bilbo Baggins is no exception.

No way, although Bilbo Baggins initially rejected Gandalf's offer to go on an adventure in the original plot.

But in his bones, this thing still has an adventurous spirit that ordinary hobbits don't have.

Otherwise, Bilbo Baggins wouldn't have ended up joining Gandalf's team and playing a huge role in the rest of their journey.

Therefore, after the fierce-looking dwarf rang the doorbell and patted the door for a while, he could not get the door to open.

"Is the mark misplaced?" Subconsciously looking at the mysterious symbol that was faintly glowing on the round wooden door, Dwalin wondered.

At this moment, "Ziyo! A screech came from afar, and then "Bang! Syllable! Twice, a huge fireworks burst out at Hobbiton's door.

"Gandalf?"

Looking at the brilliant fireworks in the sky and the cheers in the distance, Dewalin's eyes couldn't help but flash a look of doubt.

Seeing that there seemed to be no one at the predetermined gathering place, Dvalin hesitated for a moment before opening the courtyard door and walking in the direction of the bonfire.

Considering that there were still his compatriots coming later, when he left, Devalin did not forget to leave a mark that he could find himself.

Following the path that wasn't very wide, Dwalin didn't take much time to find the right place.

Before the people approached, enthusiastic laughter and cheers came to their faces.

But what attracts Dwalin the most is the aroma of food in the air, and the aroma of wine that is clearly the best of ale and red wine.

The hobbits, who were in a state of celebration, did not refuse to join Devalin.

Devalin, who had been looking for someone, was unable to find him, but he was attracted by the fluffy bread, fragrant steaks, and large glasses of fine ale that were sent to him.

Just as Dwalin had single-handedly exhausted two steaks, three loaves of bread, and a bowl of well-served broth, the second dwarf came to Bilbo Baggins' house.

This time, however, the white-haired and white-bearded dwarf had not yet rang the doorbell when he saw the mark left by his companion.

"Is it there?"

Looking at the direction where fireworks were constantly blooming and lively at the same time, Balin was just puzzled for a moment, so he rushed in that direction.

Then came Fili and Chilly, and then Gandalf showed up at Hobbiton with a bunch of dwarven friends.

I have to say, it's just one or two dwarves, and it's nothing.

But when the dwarves gather more and more, coupled with the effect of alcohol and food, this race will be annoying!

It's okay to shout, it's a party anyway, and it's going to be lively.

But as they ate, they scattered food and wine all over the floor.

When he gets along with people, he is rude and short-tempered, and his words are not good.

After a long time, the people of Hobbiton simply vacated the place where Dwalin and the others were.

Dewalin: They may be rude, but that doesn't mean they're stupid.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Bahrain, with a white beard and full of gray hair, had to come forward and say that he had come to find a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins.

Bilbo Baggins, who was pushed out, looked at the rude dwarves in front of him, his face full of bewilderment.

If it weren't for Bahrain's timely mention of Gandalf's name, the dwarves would have been kicked out of Hobbiton as persona non grata.

But even so, when Gandalf and his dwarven friends appeared, they saw several sheep standing frozen on the grass, and many Hobbiton residents were pointing and talking not far away.

There were a few brave little guys, and they threw stones at the sheep with surprised expressions.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Feeling some mysterious power remaining in the air, Gandalf asked, looking at the inhabitants of Hobbiton.

"Perhaps I can answer that question, Mr. Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard."

As a clear voice sounded, the Hobbiton residents, who had been gathered together, automatically moved out of the way to both sides.

The tall Gandalf saw at a glance that a human who was very noblely dressed and had a good temperament walked out.

"Say your name, mysterious powerhouse." Gandalf, instinctively on the defensive, said.

"You can call me Mr. Long, I come from the ancient country of Yanhuang in the distant East." The right hand pressed on his left chest and bowed slightly, Liu Ruian introduced himself.

"Mr. Long? Yan? Gandalf, whose eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, did not continue to ask, but pointed to the obviously abnormal sheep and said:

"So, Mr. Long, can you tell me what these sheep are all about?"

"Perhaps it would be more convincing for your dwarven friends to speak up on their own, wouldn't they?"

After Liu Ruian finished speaking, a vertical circular golden miniature magic array lit up in his hand.

And then "Bang! Boom! Boom! With a few soft sounds, the fat sheep that had stiffened in place became, no, they must have changed back into Dwarin and Bahrain. (To be continued.) )