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

He whispered in Katie's ear, "As long as I'm here, as long as those fish are here, even if you serve them a plate of boiled eggs, they'll still smile and say it's delicious."

Katie blushed slightly, and her tense nerves slowly relaxed.

"Hmph... arrogant jerk."

She muttered something, but her hands moved much more steadily. "Serve the dishes! First course, 'Polar Frost' Oni-faced Trout Sashimi!"

The VIP seat on the second floor of the restaurant, with the best view.

Two very different people were sitting there.

Arthur Ramsey is a bald, middle-aged man with thick-rimmed glasses, dressed in a wrinkled Brazilian suit.

He held a pen in his hand, meticulously jotting something down on a napkin.

Opposite him sat a woman whose radiance shone through even though she wore sunglasses.

Erin Wayne.

She wore a deep V-neck royal blue evening gown, and her golden curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Her skin was so white it glowed, a result of countless expensive skincare products.

Although she is in her early thirties, the marks of time on her face have transformed into maturity and charm.

"Arthur, if this restaurant is one of those trendy places that only has pretty plating, I'll have my agent sue you for wasting my time."

Eileen took off her sunglasses, revealing a hint of weariness in her seemingly expressive gray-blue eyes.

"I've been dieting for three weeks to prepare for this new movie, and this is my only indulgent meal this week."

"Trust me, Eileen."

Arthur adjusted his glasses. "My intelligence says that this place has ingredients that are unique in the entire United States."

"That little girl named Katie may have a bad temper, but she's actually quite skilled."

Just then.

The waiter brought out the first dish.

The huge ice sphere is hollow, filled with delicate pink trout sashimi, like cherry blossom petals, and garnished with a touch of green wasabi and edible gold leaf.

There were no dry ice effects with swirling smoke; it was just a pure display of ingredients.

"It looks quite ordinary," Eileen said, somewhat disappointed. "Any signs of cooking?"

"Try it."

Chen An's voice came in at just the right moment.

Unlike ordinary bosses who bow and scrape to curry favor, he acted like an old friend, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down gracefully.

"And who is this?" Arthur frowned; he didn't like being disturbed while eating.

"Chen An. The owner here is also this fish's...keeper."

Chen An smiled and nodded at Ava, but there was no hint of flattery in that smile.

There is only one kind of appreciation, a level gaze, even with a slight scrutiny.

It must be said that this Hollywood actress is even more captivating in person than she is portrayed on screen.

It's a kind of aloofness that comes from having seen all the glamour, and also a kind of emptiness that awaits being conquered.

"A zookeeper?"

Eileen became interested.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a young and handsome "caretaker".

She picked up her fork, dipped it in the special green sauce, and put a piece of fish in her mouth.

one second.

two seconds.

Eileen's pupils dilated slightly, and an incredulous light suddenly appeared in her previously indifferent eyes.

"this……"

She covered her mouth, not wanting that gasp to ruin her image.

That cool, sweet, oily sensation that melts on the tongue, and that refreshing herbal aroma that doesn't feel like wasabi at all...

It's like suddenly drinking a mouthful of glacial water in a scorching desert.

"Oh my..."

Arthur, standing next to him, immediately closed his eyes, and the pen in his hand fell onto the table.

"This texture...this isn't fish, it's...this is God's jelly!"

"This spiciness..." Arthur's eyes snapped open, staring intently at Chen An. "This isn't ordinary wasabi! This is..."

Wild wasabi.

Chen An explained casually, "They only grow along the underground river on my farm. And they must be irrigated with that kind of water to grow."

"This fish isn't your average trout. It's never seen sunlight in its entire life, so its flesh is completely free of impurities."

Chen An looked at Eileen.

"Ms. Wayne, I know you are very strict about managing your figure."

"But this type of fish is rich in unsaturated fatty acids, also known as 'good fats'."

"You can eat as much as you want without gaining weight; it will only make your skin better."

This statement is practically a get-out-of-jail-free card for this female celebrity.

Eileen's eyes lit up instantly.

Over the next half hour, this actress, who usually only eats a couple of bites of vegetable salad, devoured the entire plate of sashimi in a flash.

They even ate the last bit of wasabi paste with their fingers.

If this kind of lapse in composure were captured by paparazzi, it would definitely be tomorrow's headline.

"call……"

Eileen put down her napkin. Although it was just an appetizer, the sense of satisfaction made her feel completely relaxed.

She turned to look at Chen An, and her gaze changed.

That's because they're looking at an attractive person of the opposite sex.

"Mr. Chen."

Eileen's voice became somewhat husky and alluring.

"Your fish... is amazing. It's the best thing I've had in years."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"However..." Eileen leaned forward slightly, revealing a breathtaking view beneath her sapphire blue collar, "You're saying this ingredient is unique to your farm?"

"Yes."

"Then... if I leave here, won't I never be able to eat it again?"

Eileen's eyes held a seductive quality.

She had seen all kinds of men in Hollywood, but there was a mysterious quality about this young Asian boss that she couldn't quite figure out.

That was the scent of the wilderness, the smell of power.

"That is indeed a problem."

Chen An was not blinded by her beauty and slowly swirled his wine glass.

"However, if you'd like to come to Montana often..."

Chen An took out a business card.

That was a special pass for Titan Manor, with a black and gold texture.

"There are many more interesting things in my manor."

"For example... the Wagyu cattle farm under construction, the Indian motorcycles that can run on the snow, and... an outdoor hot tub where you can see the aurora borealis."

He pushed his business card in front of Eileen.

"A bathtub?" Eileen raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "How big is it?"

"Very big."

Chen An looked directly into her eyes, "Big enough to hold the dreams of Hollywood."

Meanwhile, the sharp-tongued critic Arthur Ramsey was engrossed in eating his second course, pan-fried fish fillets, completely unaware of the undercurrents between the two.

That's really dedicated!

………………

The meal was a great success.

As he was leaving, Arthur Ramsay held Chen An's hand tightly and refused to let go.

He vowed to use every syllable he could muster in his life to praise the restaurant in tomorrow's column.

Erin Wayne, on the other hand, put on sunglasses and left surrounded by bodyguards.

But before getting into the car, she deliberately stopped and looked back at Chen An, who was standing at the door seeing her off.

She held up the black and gold business card in her hand and gently kissed it.

"I will come to you, farmer."

She mouthed the words silently.