Tom Bombadil took off his pointed hat, revealing slightly balding brown hair beneath it.
With a beard that hung down to his chest, tousled and messy, he looked remarkably like the fallen red leaves of autumn.
The table was filled with dishes, none of which were particularly rare or exquisite by reputation.
Yet unexpectedly, these ordinary ingredients emitted an aroma that even made Lann's stomach rumble as they were placed on the table.
It seemed as nourishing as it was unbelievable.
At first, Rong Buqiu merely extended its tongue politely to lick the milk in its cup, but soon it naturally began using one paw to hold the cup while the other grabbed white bread, eating with both paws.
Lann was in much better shape than Rong Buqiu, still perfectly maintaining his guest demeanor.
But once these foods entered his esophagus, he almost immediately felt a sense of fulfillment.
As if his entire body had been nourished.
