America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Chen An opened a can of beer, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the distant snow-capped mountains and blue sky.

The warm sunshine shone down on me.

Two beautiful women sat nearby, eating the fish they had caught, drinking red wine, and chatting casually about which nail polish looked best.

At this moment, this idle, aimless passing of time felt more reassuring than the mineral assets deep underground.

"install."

Sarah suddenly put down her glass, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol and the cold wind.

"What's wrong?"

"Will this kind of life... continue forever?" She looked at the peaceful world, somewhat unable to believe it was real.

"meeting."

Chen An reached out and tucked the wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear.

"As long as I am here, this place will be a paradise."

"What is Peach Blossom Spring?" Jessica asked curiously, a bit of fish skin still stuck to her lips.

"It's a place... where there's only happiness and no worries. And you can tear stockings however you want," Chen An said with a wicked grin.

"you!"

Jessica blushed and grabbed a handful of snow, throwing it at him.

"You've gone too far!" Chen An laughed as he dodged, grabbing a handful of snow to retaliate.

This completely ignited the flames of war.

What was originally a quiet ice fishing, barbecue, and fish-eating session instantly turned into a fierce snowball fight.

Jessica and Sarah temporarily formed an "anti-Chen alliance," and the two women screamed as they hurled snowballs at the usually dignified "head of the household."

Chen An didn't hold back at all, seizing the opportunity to pin Jessica down in the snow and tickle her.

"Help! Mom! Help me!" Jessica laughed so hard she could hardly breathe.

"Hold on! Reinforcements are here!" Sarah laughed and rushed forward, trying to "rescue" the hostages.

As a result, Chen An pulled him back and he fell into that big, soft snow pit.

Laughter filled the air.

Finally, the three of them lay panting on the snow, spread out in a "T" shape, looking at the sky.

Jessica rested her head on Chen An's left arm, and Sarah rested her head on his right arm.

"That's nice..." Jessica murmured to herself.

"Yes. That's nice." Sarah closed her eyes.

Chen An felt the temperature on both sides and smiled.

That's the real winner.

Neither TerraPower nor Old Joe could compare to the sheer joy of this snowball fight at that moment.

"Go home."

A moment later, Chen An sat up and brushed the snow off his body.

"I think... rolling around in the snow is fun, but taking a hot bath when I get back might be more comfortable."

He glanced at the two women, their faces flushed, a hint of ambiguity flashing in his eyes.

"The water in that big bathtub... I had Tie Tou heat it up beforehand again."

Jessica and Sarah exchanged a glance, instantly understanding.

"You big pervert." Jessica spat lightly, but got up faster than anyone else.

"Hurry up! I'm freezing! I want to be the first one to jump in!"

"Don't grab it! I'm the mom, let me go first!" Sarah rarely showed her little girl side.

The tractor roared again.

Carrying a car full of laughter and joy, along with those few unlucky fish, it slowly drove towards that warm home.

As for those deals worth hundreds of millions of US dollars?

Let's talk about it tomorrow. Today is Sunday. It's Chen An's day to "spend time with his wife."

The water temperature in the large red cedar bathtub was indeed set to the perfect temperature that evening.

But compared to the previous encounters that were somewhat tentative and passionate, this "family mixed bath" felt exceptionally warm and intimate.

There was no intense action movie; there were only three people huddled together in the steaming water.

They rubbed each other's backs, chatted, and even finished the remaining half bottle of red wine.

This feeling is wonderful.

Like three small animals huddling together for warmth in this icy world, exchanging body heat and a sense of security with each other.

Jessica was so tired that she fell asleep on Chen An's chest.

Sarah leaned on his shoulder and chatted casually about what flowers should be planted in the garden in spring.

This is probably what they mean by "a peaceful life with plenty of meat to eat".

The next morning.

Chen An got up very early.

There was no exhaustion from excessive indulgence, only a feeling of being relaxed and full of energy.

He put on a thick shearling-collared jacket, a cowboy hat, and boots and walked out of the main house.

The air was cold, but the sun was shining brightly.

Good morning, boss!

Iron Head was leading several of his men in doing push-ups in the yard.

This is their morning exercise to maintain physical fitness and keep warm.

Upon seeing Chen An emerge, the group of bald, burly men immediately stood up and saluted.

"morning."

Chen An tossed them a pack of cigarettes. "Has no one been causing trouble lately?"

"There wasn't even a ghost in sight."

Tie Tou took the cigarettes, opened them, and distributed them to his brothers, scratching his head in frustration.

"Ever since we cut off that 'Butcher's' ear and put it back, and with the news of Old Joe's downfall spreading, the area is now as safe as a monastery."

"Boss...the brothers eat and sleep all day long, like pigs, they're practically getting fat on their bodies."

Sigh, this is truly a "happy" trouble.

This private armed force, equipped with heavy machine guns and Barrett rifles, is now facing the predicament of having "no battles to fight."

"Are you bored?"

Chen An glanced at the group of energetic thugs, then at the somewhat dilapidated old-fashioned cowshed not far away.

"Then I'll find you some work to do."

He pointed to the cowshed, "Put away those guns and bulletproof vests."

"Starting today, I'm going to upgrade the farm's operations. You guys, switch to construction work."

"Huh? Building houses?" Tie Tou was dumbfounded. "Boss, we're butchers, not bricklayers."

"An extra $100 per person per day. Want to take it?"

"Let's do it! We absolutely have to!" Tie Tou immediately changed his tune. "Boss, what do you want to build? We can build the White House for you!"

………………

Chen An didn't ask them to build the White House; he wanted to build a world-class, temperature-controlled cowshed.

As a "mine owner" with a huge US dollar lithium mine, Chen An has not forgotten his basic base. After all, this is a farm, not a mine.

He walked into the old cowshed.

Dozens of Holstein cows were huddled together, chewing hay.

Those were the ones Sarah and George used to raise; they mainly produced milk.

However, in this region where meat is the staple food, the profit margin for milk is still too low.

"An, are you looking after the cows?"

Sarah came in carrying a bucket of feed.

She was wearing a work uniform today, with her hair tied back, which made her look very neat.

"I'm looking at money."

Chen An patted a cow's rump. "Sarah, don't you think our farm's output structure is a bit too singular?"

"Besides wasabi, there are only these things that can only produce a little milk."

"So what do you want to raise?" Sarah asked. "The beef cattle market is good right now, but if you only have a few dozen head, you'll only make a little pocket money."

"Regular beef cattle won't do. I want to raise... the kind of cattle that are sold by the ounce."

A glint of light flashed in Chen An's eyes.

"I have a unique water source, lithium-rich and mineral-rich water, an endless supply of wasabi leaves, and... such a large and pristine pasture."

"It's not very effective for feeding ordinary cattle, and the selling price won't be high either, which is a waste."

"If, under such circumstances, top-quality purebred Angus cattle, or even Japanese Wagyu cattle, were introduced for crossbreeding..."

Chen An described his plan: "Feed them wasabi, give them mineral water, and even massage and play music for them every day."

"How much do you think this kind of beef could sell for?"