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

In early spring, the days begin to grow longer.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sunlight no longer carried the pale chill of winter.

Instead, it turned into a warm, pale gold, penetrating the thin white gauze curtains of the master bedroom and casting dappled light and shadow on the carpet.

The last bit of snow and ice on the eaves was melting, and water droplets were falling onto the wooden porch.

It makes a crisp "tick-tock, tick-tock" sound, like a metronome unique to spring.

Chen An woke up.

Instead of getting up immediately, she savored this rare moment of tranquility.

His right arm felt a little numb.

Turning his head, he saw Jessica fast asleep, clinging tightly to his arm like an insecure little koala.

A tired blush lingered on her delicate, mixed-race face.

Last night, in order to fulfill the bold statement made in the cowshed, "I also want to have a baby," I did it.

This girl put in a lot of effort, and even tried a few difficult positions that she would never have cooperated with before.

He finally fell into a deep sleep when he was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift his fingers.

On the other side of the bed, Sarah's spot was empty. The lingering fragrance of a mature woman still filled the blankets.

"Well……"

Seemingly sensing Chen An's actions, Jessica grumbled in dissatisfaction.

She rubbed her face against his chest muscles, and habitually draped one smooth, straight leg over his waist.

Chen An smiled, kissed her smooth forehead, then carefully withdrew his arm, put on his robe, and got out of bed.

As I pushed open the bedroom door, a rich aroma of buttered pancakes and freshly ground coffee wafted out.

In the kitchen downstairs.

Sarah was wearing a beige knitted cardigan with a floral apron tied around her waist.

He was standing in front of the island counter, skillfully flipping the pancakes in the frying pan.

The sunlight shone on her updo of golden hair, giving her a gentle glow.

Good morning, our farmer.

Hearing footsteps, Sarah turned around, her smile brighter than the spring sunshine.

She carried a plate of freshly fried pancakes with golden-brown, crispy edges to the table.

"Good morning. Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Chen An walked over and wrapped his arms around her plump, soft waist from behind.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from her neck.

"I'm used to waking up early. And..." Sarah turned around and gave him a light peck on the lips, her eyes filled with a hint of coquettishness.

"What if I don't get up early to prepare breakfast, and someone faints while inspecting the farm today after expending so much energy last night?"

Are you questioning my physical abilities?

Chen An raised an eyebrow and slowly slid his hand down her waistline.

"It seems last night's 'cultivation' wasn't deep enough, Mrs. Sarah."

"Stop fooling around~" Sarah blushed and slapped away his mischievous hand. "The water's almost boiling. Go wash up, we still need to go see that little guy from yesterday after dinner."

"Tie Tou sent a text message early this morning saying that the calf can already stand up."

……

Half an hour later, the two sat at the table enjoying this rustic breakfast.

The farm-grown fresh eggs are fried to a golden brown, paired with thickly sliced ​​bacon that's sizzling with oil.

Add to that Sarah's secret maple syrup drizzled over the waffles, and the simple ingredients exude a top-notch deliciousness.

"Jessica, aren't you getting up yet?" Sarah added a spoonful of hot milk to Chen An's coffee.

"Let her sleep. The little girl was too 'energetic' last night; she probably doesn't even have the strength to get out of bed now." Chen An took a sip of coffee and squinted his eyes contentedly.

Sarah understood the unspoken meaning and shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were full of doting affection.

In this peculiar family, they have found the perfect balance.

After breakfast, Chen An changed into a set of durable canvas work clothes and high-top rain boots.

Springtime brings renewal to all things, but the thawing of the black soil also means ubiquitous mud.

Push open the door.

The wind blowing in my face was no longer biting, but carried the fragrance of earth and the freshness of grass.

Zeus was frolicking in the yard with several Rottweilers.

Upon seeing Chen An emerge, it immediately wagged its tail and approached, rubbing its massive head against his thigh.

"Come on, old friend, let's go see our new member."

Chen An patted Zeus on the head and led the pack of dogs toward the five-star cowshed.

……

The temperature inside the cowshed remained a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius. Soft jazz music was playing on a low loop.

You can even smell a faint mixture of disinfectant and hay in the air.

"Boss! You're here!"

Tie Tou was squatting outside the delivery room fence, holding a huge baby bottle in his hand.

He made that smacking sound, like when you're teasing a baby, in a rough, gruff voice.

This is a thug in a suit who can lift a submachine gun with one hand and cut off someone's ear without batting an eye.

He was looking at a little black calf in the enclosure with a loving expression.

"How is it?" Chen An walked over.

"Excellent! It's a miracle!"

Tie Tou stood up excitedly, pointed at the calf, and said, "Boss, your move yesterday was amazing!"

"Although this little one had a difficult birth, he has a very strong will to live. He was able to stand up and nurse by himself in the middle of the night last night."

Chen An looked inside the fence.

It was a small bull, entirely black except for a small tuft of white hair on its forehead.

It is now completely dry, and the fur has a healthy velvety feel.

With its four still somewhat unsteady legs, it followed its mother, Mary, and diligently suckled at her breast.

Meanwhile, the $300,000 breeding bull "Black Whirlwind" was in the next enclosure, looking at its offspring with an arrogant gaze.

"This is our first-generation F1-class Wagyu Angus hybrid."

Chen An's eyes gleamed with the shrewdness of a businessman and the pride of a farmer.

"It inherited the strong physique of Angus cattle, as well as the perfect fat deposition genes of Wagyu cattle."

"Plus our sacred water and wasabi feed..."

"Iron Head, let's give it a name."

"Huh? I should get up?" Tie Tou scratched his bald head, hesitated for a long time, and said, "How about... calling Xiao Hei?"

"That's so tacky." Chen An rolled his eyes.

"Then... it's called 'Lucky'? After all, you were the one who pulled it back from the brink of death."

"Lucky...not bad." Chen An nodded. "Let's call it Lucky. Tell the people below to create a separate file for this cow."

"I want to raise it as a living symbol of our Titan Wagyu cattle."

Not only would he want to eat and drink well, Chen An even planned to print a special edition for Lucky in the Titan Club's brochure in the future.

Tell us its legendary story of "escaping death and growing up listening to jazz".

This is the origin of brand premium.

Meat with a story always sells for more than meat without a story.