By this time, Beorn had already gotten out of bed.

He opened the door to his bedroom and saw dwarves strewn all over the floor, and his whole face suddenly distorted.

But, despite the look of anger on his face, he did not wake the dwarves, but walked lightly past them.

His big feet tread carefully in the gap, for fear of waking the dwarves up.

It was only after he walked through the living room and reached the door that he regained his annoyed countenance.

He walked to the front yard and saw that Xu Feng and Lin Hai were still keeping vigil, so he nodded slightly at the two.

Xu Feng and Lin Hai also smiled and beckoned to him.

Beorn didn't want to talk to them, he didn't want to say hello, good morning, good weather today, or anything.

He wished the group had left his stone house sooner.

He walked to the firewood pile in the front yard, picked up an axe two meters long, and began to chop wood vigorously.

The log, which was the size of a bucket, was cut in two in an instant by his chopping.

In a short time, a small hill-like firewood pile was chopped down.

Beorn, on the other hand, didn't sweat at all.

This work, for him, is not even a warm-up.

When he had finished chopping wood, Beorn went to his pen to milk the cows.

After milking two buckets of milk, he went to the chicken coop and pulled out a basket of eggs.

Although he was tall and seemed a little clumsy in his movements, he was unusually skilled in all these tasks, and it didn't take long for him to finish it.

Bilbo walked to the door, stretched out in the morning sun, and then greeted Beorn warmly: "Morning, Mr. Beorn, the weather is really nice today!" You know, it's unusual to see such sunlight in a place like a dark jungle! ”

It's just a very ordinary greeting.

Especially for the hobbits.

This is how the hobbits greet each other, even more enthusiastically than Bilbo's words now.

Bilbo has always been reluctant to follow the crowd and think of himself as a hobbit, but in reality, he can never break away from the hobbit customs.

In the Shire region, he is surrounded by warm greetings, and he can try to suppress himself and not follow the crowd.

However, when he left the Shire, he realized that this was his racial instinct.

Beorn looked down at Bilbo with cold eyes, "Aren't you sad at all?" ”

Bilbo blinked in surprise, "Sad? No, why should I be sad? ”

To be honest, he was a little sad, after all, the problems of the dwarves really made him a little unbearable, but now that Xu Feng is here and the Snow Emperor team is here, there is no hurdle in this world that he can't get over.

So, of course, Bilbo has nothing to be sad about.

Except, of course, that there's always a guy who always has a funny smile behind him.

Beorn sighed coldly, "If I had been born as short as you, I wouldn't have laughed at all. ”

Bilbo said helplessly: "Mr. Beorn, I am a hobbit, and we were born to be so tall. ”

"It's cruel, then you hobbits should be sad every day, right?"

"No, we're having fun every day, and although I didn't understand what there was to do with Coke before, but now that I think about it, we're hobbits so happy."

Beorn looked at Bilbo like a fool, "So your entire race is stunted, have you ever drunk milk?" Is it the milk that the animal has milked, have you ever drunk it? ”

Bilbo was a little angry, "Mr. Beorn, I think your question is a little offended to me. Besides, you're so tall, I've never seen you laugh! Happiness or unhappiness has nothing to do with height! ”

Are you kidding!

I'm one of the best in Middle-earth, no, three and four, no...... In short, it is the top ten rich second generation!

Milk and that kind of thing, I use it for bathing, okay!

Beorn said in a deep voice: "Little man, I will get you more milk to drink, although it is a little late, but it is better than not drinking milk before you die." ”

Bilbo said angrily, "Mr. Beorne, are you cursing me to death?" ”

Beorn said in a deep voice: "No, I rarely care so much about an outsider, you are still the first, and you, you are welcome. ”

"I ......" Bilbo really cried and laughed.

At first, he felt as if this Beorn was aimed at him, but soon he realized that this Beorn was not good at communication and expression.

After all, he has lived here alone for more than twenty years, and communication and expression are naturally difficult.

Moreover, Beorn really seems to want to take care of him, it's just that his expression is too infuriating.

Bilbo smiled bitterly, "Mr. Beorn, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need you to take care of me, I'm fine alone, and I'm completely fine." ”

As he spoke, a bee the size of a basketball flew towards the bridge of Bilbo's nose.

Bilbo screamed, and his whole body danced in panic, driving away the big bees.

And the big bee kept circling Bilbo.

"What's wrong, what's wrong!" The sleepy-eyed Yang Gong immediately rushed out again.

As soon as he saw the big bee in basketball, Yang Gong immediately turned around and walked back, and said babbling as he walked: "I must be dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming." ”

Without saying a word, Beorn walked up to Bilbo, grabbed the big bee in his hand, and grabbed it in his hand.

Immediately afterward, he raised his hand and let the big bee fly away.

It took a while for Bilbo to finally calm down, "...... Thank you. ”

Beorn looked down at Bilbo and said coldly, "You're welcome, I said, I'll take care of you, little thing." ”

Bilbo sighed helplessly.

He felt that the word "little thing" was really insulting.

But...... Beorn didn't seem to understand, and there was no intention of insulting Bilbo in his words.

"Uh, maybe ......," Bilbo looked left and right, "what can I do for you?" ”

Beorn looked at the pyre, which looked like a hill, and at the milking pail, which was as tall as Bilbo, and said, "Go and wake up the dwarves, and tell them that they will soon have breakfast." ”

Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll go." ”

In a few moments, the dwarves were all screaming.

The dwarves muttered, apparently not very happy to be woken up from their dreams.

Bilbo began to tidy up the table, which was taller than his size, but he kept trying.

He always felt that they were guests in other people's homes, and the host was willing to entertain them for breakfast, so as a guest, he naturally had to do what he could.

As soon as the table was set, the sleepy-eyed dwarves sat down at the table, banging on the table and shouting for food.

Bilbo couldn't help but frown.

He really didn't like these dwarves.