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

As the stretch Lincoln drove away, Katie, who had been hiding in the back, finally emerged.

"That... vixen!"

Katie said sourly, "Was she trying to seduce you just now? Was she?"

"That was just the actress's acting skills."

Chen An turned around and picked up the jealous little cook in his arms. "However, you are the biggest contributor to tonight. That fish dish was perfect."

"Hmph, of course!" Katie wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face against Chen An's chest. "And what about my reward?"

Chen An glanced at the restaurant, which was already closed.

"The reward is..."

"Tonight, all areas of this restaurant, including the tables in the lobby, the bar counter, and even the boss's chair... are yours to use."

"Of course, that's when I use it with them."

Katie's face instantly turned bright red. She didn't refuse, but simply lowered her head even further.

"Um... could you turn off the lights first?"

"Yes, my little queen."

That evening, the Aurora Restaurant hosted a "tasting event" that was not open to the public.

………………

After that day at the Aurora Restaurant, another chapter was added to the legend of Chen An in Whitefish.

Some say he is a culinary wizard from the East, while others say he is a man whose hands have been kissed by God.

But at this very moment, the rumored protagonist is standing in the newly built cowshed of Titan Manor.

Holding a bottle of dark beer, he solemnly instructed a group of burly men to give the cows a "massage".

Yes, it's a massage parlor.

This newly built cattle shed has completely overturned the common people's understanding of "cattle raising".

The building is a fully enclosed steel structure with underfloor heating, maintaining a constant room temperature of 20 degrees Celsius.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows provide excellent natural light, and there is no nauseating smell of feces in the air.

It's filled with the fresh scent of hay and... a faint aroma of hops.

In the center of the cattle shed, dozens of expensive Black Angus cattle were lying on soft cushions, enjoying royal treatment.

"Iron Head! Be gentle!"

Chen An pointed at the bald, burly man who was scrubbing a cow's back and said with a look of exasperation, "Are you going to slaughter a pig?"

"Use the heel of your palm to push along the muscle lines! Let the fat seep in! Not to rub the skin off!"

Iron Head reluctantly withdrew his large hands, which were originally used to hold guns and machetes.

"Boss, this cow is too hard to please. It's living better than my runaway wife."

Iron Head muttered to himself, but still obediently poured some dark beer into his hand and carefully massaged the cow.

"Boss, are we really going to feed them beer and give them massages every day?"

"certainly."

Chen An walked over and demonstrated by pressing down on the cow's back a few times.

The technique was professional, the pressure just right, and the cow mooed comfortably and squinted its eyes.

"To produce top-quality marbled beef, you not only need to eat and drink well, but you also need to be in a good mood."

"This massage can promote blood circulation and help distribute fat evenly."

Chen An patted the cow's rump.

"Stop complaining. I'll give you $50 in overtime pay for every hour you work."

"This is much easier than collecting protection money."

Upon hearing about money, the group of tattooed "technicians" around them immediately became highly motivated.

They rolled up their sleeves one by one, their gentle movements making it seem as if they were pressing down not on a cow, but on their dream lover.

This scene was both absurd and filled with a strange sense of harmony.

A group of thugs who once fought bloody battles in the streets have now become the most skilled cattle trainers in the United States.

That's the magic of Titan Manor.

"puff--"

A suppressed laugh came from the entrance of the cowshed.

Jessica was wearing that white down jacket.

Holding a basket of fresh wasabi leaves just picked from the greenhouse, he leaned against the doorframe watching the play.

"Boss, are you sure you don't want to film this and post it online?"

Jessica laughed heartily. "I've already thought of the headline: 'Shocking! A mob boss did this to a cow...'"

"If you dare to send it, I'll take all your allowance for that month."

Chen An straightened up and took the basket from her hand.

The wasabi leaves inside were a vibrant, lush green.

This is the "waste" left over from those high-priced rhizomes that were sold.

However, these wastes are top-quality feed for cattle, rich in unique flavor compounds.

Chen An grabbed a handful of leaves and fed them to the stud bull named "Black Whirlwind".

"Black Whirlwind" chewed with relish, its huge tongue rolling over Chen An's palm and even going so far as to rub against Chen An's clothes.

"It seems to like it very much."

Jessica walked over, wanting to reach out and touch it, but she was also a little afraid of the enormous thing.

"Don't be afraid. Although it's strong, it's gentler than a rabbit."

Chen An pulled Jessica's hand and placed it on the cow's head. "Touch here. It likes to be tickled."

Jessica carefully scratched the base of the cow's horn.

Sure enough, the several-hundred-kilogram behemoth lowered its head obediently and even made a snorting sound.

"Really..."

Jessica looked at Chen An excitedly, her eyes sparkling. "An, do you think... if I were as obedient as it is, would you massage me every day?"

The sudden driving caused Tie Tou, who was massaging the cow's back nearby, to slip and almost press on the cow's eye.

These rough men all kept their eyes down, pretending not to hear anything, but their ears were all perked up.

Chen An gave her a half-smile.

Do you need a massage?

He leaned closer to Jessica and lowered his voice, "Who was it in the bathtub earlier who kept yelling 'I can't take it anymore' and 'It's falling apart'? Looks like I was too rough?"

Jessica's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato.

"You...you scoundrel!"

She stomped on Chen An's foot in embarrassment and anger, then turned and ran towards her office. "I'm going to organize the files! I can't be bothered with you!"

Watching her flee in disarray, Chen An burst into laughter.

This kind of everyday flirting is the most effective lubricant for a busy workday.

Days passed by in this cycle of "farming, raising cattle, counting money, and flirting."

A month later.

Although the mine is still going through the final stage of the environmental protection bureau's approval process.

Even though old Joe is gone, the efficiency of the bureaucracy remains impressive.

Fortunately, the first batch of products obtained through "primitive lithium extraction" has been successfully monetized.

TerraPower's restructuring is also proceeding smoothly.

With Ava Green's remote control assistance, Chen An is gradually eroding the legacy of that vast empire.

But that afternoon, an unexpected visitor shattered the tranquility of the manor.

They are not enemies.

He was someone who... gave money.

A low-key black Audi A8 was parked in front of the main house.

An elderly man with gray hair but a sprightly appearance got off the car, wearing a gray cashmere coat.

He held a walking stick in his hand, his eyes filled with shrewdness and scrutiny.