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

Since it's about farming, we can't let those delicate spoils of war spend the night in the carriage.

Chen An didn't even bother to change his clothes, and immediately put on a pair of high-top rain boots.

He changed into a durable canvas work jacket and began directing the scene, waving his arms.

"Ironhead! Take your men and handle them with care!"

"That box contains blood orange saplings brought from Sicily. Don't break the roots!"

"And that...that's soil dug from the Atlas Mountains, don't spill it!"

A group of burly men in tactical vests were now carrying those bottles and jars with the utmost care, as if they were doing embroidery.

"Boss, what's this thing?"

Tie Tou was holding a wooden box filled with what looked like potatoes, looking completely bewildered.

"These look like the wild melons we use to feed our pigs in the mountains behind our village. Why did we have to specially import them from Africa?"

"You don't know anything."

Katie came closer and tenderly protected the box.

"These are desert truffles! Slice them up, fry them, and they'll sell for more than all that muscle in your body!"

"Alright, alright, he's the boss." Tie Tou chuckled and got to work obediently.

……

The main planting area was divided into two parts.

Blood oranges and capers were sent into that intelligent greenhouse with constant temperature and humidity.

The climate there is simulated for the Mediterranean, with humidity and sunlight precisely calculated.

Chen An personally took charge of grafting those precious scions onto local rootstocks.

And the first spoonful of diluted "divine water," which is underground river water, was poured on it.

The most troublesome "desert truffles," however, received special treatment.

The back mountain, near the "Devil's Throat" cave.

There is a special area here.

Because the underground river is connected to deep geothermal energy, the surface temperature here is consistently more than ten degrees Celsius higher than the surrounding area.

Even in winter, the snow here melts as soon as it hits the ground, revealing the gravelly soil underneath.

"This is it."

Chen An planted the shovel into the soil and felt the temperature.

Hot. Dry.

While it can't compare to the Sahara Desert, with the help of geothermal energy, it can barely simulate that arid and hot microenvironment.

"Aya, scatter the seeds of the half-flower."

Chen An gave the order.

Aya, dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, skillfully sowed seeds like a hardworking peasant woman.

"After this flower grows, a mycelium will form around its roots."

Chen An explained, while carefully burying the bacteria-laden Moroccan soil around the area.

"Then, we piped in a little bit of groundwater—not too much, to simulate the rainfall frequency in the desert."

"This is too much trouble..."

Jessica squatted to the side watching the commotion, holding a bag of snacks in her hand.

"Boss, are you sure these 'potatoes' can survive here?"

"Not only can they survive, but they can also mutate."

Chen An patted the dirt off his hands, his eyes filled with confidence.

"I have a feeling that, nourished by both the geothermal energy and the sacred waters of Montana..."

"Once this thing grows, it may be twice the size of the original, and the taste will be much stronger."

"Then we'll give it a new name—'Titan White Diamond'."

The busyness continued until sunset.

When the last sapling was planted, the last piece of windbreak cloth was put on.

Chen An straightened up and looked at this land full of hope.

This is what gives you a great sense of accomplishment.

It's no longer just about the numbers jumping around in a bank account.

Instead, they watched as a barren land was transformed, under their own plans, into a Garden of Eden filled with exotic flowers and flowing with milk and honey.

……

We had dinner on the terrace of the main house tonight.

To celebrate the "return from the expedition" and the "start of spring planting," Sarah cooked a lavish... stew.

There was no way around it; we brought back too much and too varied food.

Moroccan spiced roasted lamb chops, Sicilian blood orange salad, Neapolitan pizza, and local venison soup.

This blend of Chinese and Western styles, appealing to both northern and southern tastes, is surprisingly harmonious.

"Ava is going back to San Francisco tomorrow."

During the meal, Chen An mentioned it.

Ava, who was gracefully slicing lamb chops, nodded upon hearing this:

"There are still a few mergers and acquisitions to be signed over there. Besides... I can't just stay here like a country bumpkin forever."

Although she said that, her eyes clearly showed reluctance.

This two-week break brought her unprecedented joy.

"Irina is also going back to Canada. The factory expansion has reached a critical stage," Chen An continued.

Irina took a big gulp of vodka and wiped her mouth with a hearty laugh:

"Just keep the bed here for me anytime."

"Of course we'll keep it."

Chen An looked at his two right-hand men who were about to leave.

"But tonight... everyone is still here."

This statement is like a code that only insiders can understand.

Jessica's fork fell onto the plate with a crisp sound.

Katie buried her head in the salad bowl.

Madeline, on the other hand, elegantly swirled her wine glass, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

……

late at night.

Although the spring wind is no longer biting, it is still somewhat chilly.

The lights in the main house remained on all night.

That huge, custom-made round bed once again ushered in its "full-load moment".

There was no crazy party, nor any deliberate absurdity.

It's more of a tender feeling after a long separation, and a lingering attachment before parting.

Chen An is like a tireless gardener, patiently watering every flower that belongs to him.

Ava's passion, Irina's wildness, Sarah's inclusiveness, Jessica's naivety, Katie's charm, Madeline's elegance, and Aya's wildness.

Seven different styles intertwine to form a vast, gentle net.

"install……"

Ava nestled against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. "Once I've finalized that IPO plan, I'll definitely apply for a long leave and come back... to have a baby for you."

"Me too!" Jessica pushed her way in, not to be outdone. "Why should you go first? I want to have a mixed-race baby; they'll definitely be beautiful!"

"Line up! Line up!" Irina stretched out her long legs, securing a favorable position. "Distribute according to combat strength!"

Watching this group of women fighting over such a thing.

Chen An smiled.

He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Stop arguing. Since everyone is so sincere..."

"Then let's hurry up and implement the 'sowing' plan as well."

From the darkness came bursts of coquettish laughter and giggles.

Outside the window, Titan Manor was immersed in the tranquility of a spring night.

The seeds in the soil are sprouting.

And in this cozy house, hopes for the future and the continuation of bloodlines are quietly being nurtured in the gentle night.

This is Chen An's farm life.

Simple, crude, yet brimming with damn sweetness.