Of course, it is said that everyone is busy, but in fact, Bilbo is doing most of the things alone. But this indifferent little man seems to be quite happy to cook. Although he is busy at the moment, he is smiling and cheerful. People are admiring him.
"I'm Bilbo, the most meticulous and famous chef in Charles, and you've earned it if you can invite me to cook for you," he said, and Carl couldn't help but smile.
Hobbits are optimistic by nature, and he actually has a good impression of these people. However, after thinking about it, he took out a spice that he had prepared himself and slowly walked towards Bilbo.
"Bilbo, here it is, this is my special seasoning, you might want to try it," Carl said to Bilbo.
"Spice, do you like cooking too?"
Bilbo looked at Carl in surprise. After all, Carl had always given him the impression of being cold and difficult to get along with, but he didn't expect him to suddenly pull out a package of so-called seasonings.
"Haha, of course, I really enjoy the process of cooking more than eating. That kind of enjoyment is beyond the experience of ordinary people. Every time I'm upset, I always cook something by myself. It can calm me down," Carl explained, and then continued, "This is my special spice, adding it to the soup can enhance the flavor. I don't know if you are interested."
Before Carl could finish speaking, Bilbo grabbed the spice.
"Of course, I'm interested."
Bilbo seemed surprised and delighted that someone who liked to cook was one of Bilbo's comrades. He was very happy, took it with a smile on his face, and prepared to try.
The poor hobbit did not notice Carl's slight smile.
The others around listened to Carl and Bilbo's conversation, just glanced at them, then turned to look elsewhere.
It's just a spice, and there's no fuss about it. They have gone through so many boundaries, what kind of food have they not eaten?
Only Gandalf noticed something unusual. How could this fellow Carl be so kind to spice up Bilbo? Is it pleasing to the eye of Bilbo? Hmm... Although there is such a possibility, I still feel a little strange in my heart.
After Bilbo happily took Carl's spice, he opened the wrapping leather cloth and saw a puff of gray-brown dust like "dirt".
This shape looks unremarkable, but Bilbo can't see what these things are made of. He probed his head and sniffed, but he didn't notice any strange fragrance.
He turned his head and glanced at Carl suspiciously, but he was a little disappointed in his heart. It seems that the food in his hometown, the Shire, is the best. No flavor of spice anymore.
Although Bilbo was a little disappointed in his heart, the kind-hearted he also knew that Carl had good intentions, so he poured the spices into the tumbling hot soup.
The powder merged with the broth in an instant, and then, the next moment, a strong smell began to emanate, and everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at Bilbo.
"This... what kind of smell is this, Gulu, it smells so good!" Dwarf Groin straightened his eyes, stared fiercely at the steaming soup pot, and swallowed subconsciously.
"I seem to be hungry, can you give me a bowl to taste first?" Balin, the dwarf with a gray beard, also licked the corner of his mouth.
Thorin's throat moved slightly, and all the dwarves felt that their stomachs began to growl at this moment, and they seemed a little hungry.
Although this scent is not very strong, it is just right to penetrate people's hearts, arouse their appetites, and make people unable to stop saliva.
Taking everyone's reaction to heart, Carl shook his head secretly; he was indeed a country bumpkin.
He complained to the dwarves, who had never seen the world, and looked at Bilbo in a daze, but Carl came over again.
"Bilbo, everyone is hungry, so hurry up and let everyone fill their stomachs, otherwise, they won't have the strength to deal with the challenges that may come next."
With a wooden bowl, he took the soup spoon from Bilbo's hand, made a bowl of broth for himself, and took a sip. The sweet, yet strong, mellow meat flavor lingered, making the body swell from the stomach. Start to warm up.
"It's delicious!" Carl commented.
The crowd finally came to their senses, and they couldn't bear it any longer, so they all swarmed up.
Today they have been rushing all day, and they are already hungry. How can they bear the teasing of food?
The dwarves were not polite. Although Gandalf was puzzled, he also joined in. After Bilbo was stunned, he was very busy and kept passing bowls of soup to everyone.
Finally, a pot of broth came to the bottom.
"Tsk tsk..." Bilbo smacked his lips and looked at Carl with a contented expression, "Carl, what do you call this spice? How do you make it? Can you teach me?"
The taste is so delicious, and although Bilbo thinks the food in his hometown Shire is also good, he has to admit that the spice is unique and attractive.
If he learns it, he'll be able to show off in front of his stupid neighbors later.
"Well, this is what I researched by myself, when I was bored," Carl explained. "The materials are Thuringia grass, withered vine, red snake skin... and green wood sap. Tieqing Chong...plus...these 99 materials are dried, tanned, soaked, fermented, dried...finally ground into fine powder...then put in wooden barrels made of ironwood, stored underground for three months, and then…"
Carl continued to speak, and the more everyone listened, the more speechless they became. They really wanted to ask Carl, "How boring are you to think about collecting so many ingredients to make these spices?"
"Haha..." Bilbo's face also became a little reluctant, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He had to admit that the cold ranger in front of him was indeed a more authentic cook than him. Can look up.
Seeing that Carl was going to say something, he couldn't help it: "Haha, that, Carl, I just want to know what the name of this spice is."
"Well, its name is Qianlixiang. As the name suggests, the smell radiates out and can be smelled within a thousand miles, how about it? It's amazing, haha." Carl laughed.
Everyone looked at Carl's proud look, but they felt a little unhappy in their hearts, but they had to admit it when they thought of the taste just now. This spice is indeed worthy of the name of this thousand miles of incense.
"Thousand miles?" On the side, Gandalf frowned slightly, thinking in his mouth, "Within a thousand miles?!"
He finally realized that something was wrong.
He opened his mouth slightly, and prepared to tell everyone to leave.
But the next moment, "Boom!" The surrounding trees were suddenly smashed, and a behemoth rushed to the empty field.