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

This morning, or more precisely, this morning.

It slipped away quietly in that bone-melting languor.

When the clock struck 11:15, the door to the master bedroom finally opened.

Jessica was wearing that oversized men's white shirt, her two smooth, straight legs exposed to the air.

She held onto the mahogany handrail of the stairs, walking slowly, one step at a time.

She even gasped slightly, but her young and pretty face wore a triumphant smile, as if she had won a battle.

"Awake? Looks like someone really put in a lot of effort with their 'baby-making plan' last night."

Downstairs, Sarah was sitting on the sofa flipping through a thick gardening book.

Seeing her daughter's "deeply wounded" yet smug expression, she was overjoyed.

She couldn't help but smile and shake her head, then got up and walked towards the open kitchen.

"mom……"

Jessica blushed, though everyone already knew what was going on.

But she was still a little embarrassed to be teased so bluntly by her mother in broad daylight.

She moved to a high stool in front of the bar, sat down, rested her chin on her hands, and watched her mother busy in the kitchen.

"Where's An? Where did he go?"

"Went to the wine cellar to pick out some wine."

Sarah skillfully placed several thick slices of bacon into the frying pan.

It's made with black pork raised on a farm, rich in fat, and it makes an enticing sizzling sound the moment it touches the hot pan.

"People with his physique seem to never know what fatigue is."

"But since you got up so late, you won't have time for breakfast. Let's just have brunch."

"I made black truffle scrambled eggs and a steak sandwich."

As they were talking, Chen An came up the stairs from the underground wine cellar, holding a bottle of decanted Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon.

It was the special batch of wine produced by Madeleine Winery.

He was wearing a dark gray chunky knit sweater today, with the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows.

That relaxed, domestic man's demeanor, combined with his innate aura of authority, exudes a fatal attraction.

"woke up?"

Chen An walked to the bar, kissed Jessica on the lips very naturally, and then handed her a glass of wine. "Drink some red wine, it will help relieve muscle soreness."

Jessica took the glass, giving him a somewhat resentful look:

"It's all your fault... I was planning to go and survey the foundation of the new house today, but now I can't even lift my legs."

"No need to lift your leg, there's a car."

Chen An smiled and ruffled her hair, then turned to look at Sarah, who was carrying a tray of food over.

"After dinner, our family will go for a walk in the mountains. We'll go to the platform halfway up the mountain that you chose."

"Tie Tou is already there with the surveying team, waiting for us."

……

After a hearty and energy-boosting brunch.

An all-terrain UTV was parked in front of the main house.

This type of vehicle has no enclosed cabin, offering excellent visibility.

It is best suited for driving on muddy and rugged spring roads like those on farms.

Chen An sat in the driver's seat, and Sarah sat in the passenger seat.

Jessica, meanwhile, sat excitedly in the roll cage seat in the back, clutching her tablet.

"boom--"

The UTV let out a wild roar, kicking up two streams of wet mud, and drove along the newly widened gravel road towards the back mountain.

The spring breeze was gentle, though it still carried a slight chill, but the sunlight was exceptionally warm.

Along the way, large tracts of pasture have begun to turn green again.

Dozens of expensive Titan Snowflake cattle were leisurely strolling on the grass.

There was no car exhaust in the air, only the fresh scent of soil and pine trees.

"Take a deep breath."

Chen An slowed down the car and said loudly, "This is the air that belongs to us. Here, even the wind is free."

A dozen minutes later.

UTV climbed up to a spacious platform located halfway up the mountain.

The view here is extremely expansive; it's practically a perfect feng shui treasure.

Standing here, you can take in the entire view of Titan Manor:

To the left is the shimmering tributary of Lake Flathead, and in front are endless pastures and rows of smart greenhouses reflecting the sunlight.

Behind them rises the majestic Rocky Mountains.

Ironhead was leading an elderly white man wearing a reflective vest across the field, pulling a measuring tape.

"Boss!"

Seeing Chen An get out of the car, Tie Tou immediately came forward and pointed to the old man, introducing him:

"This is Bob, the most experienced geological surveyor in the county. I've brought him here."

Old Bob took off his hat, looking somewhat reserved.

He had heard of the young Eastern boss's formidable reputation and knew he was no ordinary farmer.

"Mr. Chen, the land you chose is fantastic."

Old Bob pointed to the rock formations beneath his feet and said in a professional tone, "This is a huge block of granite bedrock with an extremely stable geological structure."

"Don't even mention building a villa, you could build a ten-story castle without any subsidence issues."

"But I have a concern, Mr. Chen."

Old Bob hesitated for a moment before pulling out a land planning map of Montana. "This area is designated as 'agricultural protected area'."

"If we go by the nearly 20,000 square feet building area shown in your drawings, the county planning bureau bureaucrats might block your building permit on the grounds of 'over-commercialization'."

In Montana, the use of land is strictly regulated by law.

Smith had tried to exploit this loophole before.

Hearing this, Jessica in the back seat panicked.

This is the first mansion she designed herself.

"Why are you blocking us? This is our own land!" Jessica said angrily.

"Don't rush."

Chen An patted Jessica's hand, turned to look at old Bob, and a calm smile appeared on his lips.

"Mr. Bob, under the exemption clause of Section 42 of the Montana Agricultural Land Act, if the owner of a piece of land derives more than 51% of his annual income from the agricultural output of that land, then that land will be considered a 'family farm'."

"Within the red line of family farms, ancillary buildings constructed by farm owners for 'agricultural production, storage, and residence for family members' are exempt from complex commercial environmental assessments and floor area ratio restrictions, as long as they do not change the fundamental agricultural nature of the land."

Old Bob was stunned. He hadn't expected this young man to be so familiar with dry legal texts.

"But...your house is too big..." Old Bob said with a wry smile.

Is it big?

Chen An pointed to the greenhouses and cowsheds at the foot of the mountain, "My greenhouse grows the most expensive strawberries and wasabi in the United States, and my cowshed houses Wagyu cattle that can be bought with sports cars."

"My agricultural output this year will be at least tens of millions of US dollars."

"Now that I've made so much money, I'll build my 'farmhouse' a little more spacious. I'll build a wine cellar to store agricultural products and a hall to entertain my agricultural partners."

"That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Reasonable...very reasonable." Old Bob wiped his sweat and nodded repeatedly.