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

On a spring afternoon, the sunlight carries a warmth that makes your bones feel soft.

The intelligent greenhouse of Titan Manor is currently filled with an intensely sweet fragrance that is almost overwhelming.

It's a magical flavor that blends the sweet and sour taste of first love with the refreshing aroma of tropical pineapple.

Chen An was wearing a beige chunky knit sweater with the cuffs rolled up, standing in front of the rows of elevated planting troughs.

"Be careful not to break the stem. The skin of these white strawberries is more delicate than a baby's skin."

"Even with just a little pressure, red marks will be left on the surface, which would be considered a defective product in the top market."

Chen An turned his head and looked at Jessica, who was "helping" beside him.

Jessica wore a pure white French-style square-neck floral dress today, and a woven straw hat on her head.

She looks more like a rich young lady vacationing in a French manor than a farm picker.

"I know! I'm already very light!"

Jessica pouted, holding a small pair of special scissors in her hand.

Carefully cut off a "Kiss of Angels" white strawberry, about the size of an egg, and put it into a bamboo basket lined with soft padding.

"Boss, you have too many rules. It's all the same once it's in your stomach, isn't it?"

As she spoke, taking advantage of Chen An's inattention, she quickly picked up a slightly irregularly shaped strawberry and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"Hmm!"

The juicy burst of flavor exploded in her mouth, and the unparalleled creamy and sweet taste made Jessica squint her eyes in bliss, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish.

"It's okay to sneak a bite, but don't spill juice on your skirt."

Chen An did not stop her, but instead walked to the packaging counter next to him with a smile.

Sarah is sitting here, overseeing the final boxing process.

This is not an ordinary plastic box.

To match the "Titan White Pearl".

This is the sophisticated commercial name that Chen An ultimately chose for it.

Chen An specially ordered a batch of matte black wooden boxes from New York.

The inside of the box is lined with deep red premium velvet, and every groove has been carefully measured.

Wearing white cotton gloves, Sarah gently placed nine uniformly sized, snow-white strawberries dotted with red seeds into the velvet groove.

A black wooden box, red velvet, and snow-white strawberries.

This extreme color contrast instantly elevates an agricultural product to the visual level of top-tier jewelry.

"It's so beautiful."

Sarah looked at the packaged box and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ann, if I didn't say it was strawberries, people might think it contained nine precious pearls."

"Its price is indeed almost catching up with that of pearls."

Chen An closed the wooden box and affixed a "Titan" logo printed in gold foil to seal it.

"We only shipped fifty boxes in the first batch. We kept ten boxes for ourselves and airlifted ten boxes to Erin in Hollywood and Ava in Silicon Valley for social networking purposes."

"The remaining thirty boxes..."

A shrewd businessman's eye flashed in Chen An's eyes. "It's listed on the Titan Club's internal pre-sale website. The price... is $1999 a box."

"Three dollars?!"

Jessica, who was secretly eating strawberries, almost choked on them. She stared wide-eyed at the small wooden box.

Nine strawberries for two thousand dollars? Are you crazy, or are those rich people crazy?

"The wealthy aren't crazy; they just need a way to prove they're different."

Chen An walked over and pinched her cheek, which was smeared with juice.

"Believe me. These thirty boxes will be sold out by tomorrow morning. This is what they call high-end agriculture."

……

It was evening.

The busy day of "picking games" has come to an end.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was more solemn than ever before, even carrying a sense of ritual.

Tonight's dinner table will feature the first-ever fusion of two of Titan Estate's finest ingredients.

On the work surface, there is a ribeye steak that has been refrigerated in a vacuum bag for a full fourteen days to remove excess acid.

This is the most valuable part of that first-generation experimental cow.

The moment Chen An tore open the vacuum bag.

Sarah and Aya, who had just returned from patrolling the mountains, couldn't help but come over.

"Why is the color of this meat so light?" Aya asked curiously.

Normal beef is dark red, but this piece of beef has an extremely delicate cherry blossom pink color.

The reason is simple: its fat distribution is too dense! That fine, white network of fat, like stars in the sky, covers almost half the area of ​​the entire piece of meat.

"This is called BMS Level 12 Frostfall."

Chen An picked up the sharp chef's knife and skillfully cut the incredibly thick piece of meat into four even pieces.

"Even at the top steakhouses in the United States, this level of Wagyu beef is extremely rare."

Chen An did not use an oven, nor did he use a complicated sous-vide cooking method.

For meat of this quality, the simplest way to cook it is the greatest respect you can show it.

A heavy cast iron pot was smoking slightly.

Don't add oil yet.

Chen An placed a steak flat on the bottom of the pot.

"Sizzle—!!!"

The moment it comes into contact with high temperatures, the very low-melting-point fat inside the steak melts rapidly, turning into rich oil that boils at the bottom of the pot.

An indescribable meaty aroma, with a hint of nuts and milk, instantly exploded in the kitchen like a bomb.

"Gulp."

Jessica stood to the side, swallowing a large mouthful of saliva in a very cowardly manner.

"It smells so good... a million times better than the French meal we had in Los Angeles," she murmured to herself.

Each side was only fried for a few dozen seconds, and a brown Maillard reaction shell formed on the surface.

Chen An then took the steak out and placed it on the wooden board to let it sit and allow the juices to redistribute.

But it's not over yet.

There's another main character tonight.

Chen An turned around and took out the huge object wrapped in cloth from the incubator next to him.

Open the cloth bag.

The Titan White Diamond, which had undergone a benign mutation and was unearthed from the geothermal sand halfway up the mountain, lay there quietly.

It is about the size of a fist, and its milky white skin gleams after being washed.

"Aya, these are the potatoes we brought back from Morocco."

Chen An picked up a specially made truffle peeler.

"Tonight, I'll let you taste its true power after its mutation."

……

The restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and a spring breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Candles were lit on the dining table.

Chen An sat in the main seat, while Sarah, Jessica, and Aya took their seats.

On the bone china plate in front of me was a slice of snowflake beef steak.

The cross-section is perfectly medium-rare, with the tender juices locked inside the meat, and the fat glistening in the candlelight.

Chen An stood up, took the huge mutated white truffle, and walked to Sarah's side.

"Are you ready?"

Chen An gently scraped the surface of the truffle with the plane in his hand.

"Swish—swish—"

Thin slices of truffle, each as thin as a cicada's wing and with beautiful marbled patterns, fall like white snowflakes onto the piping hot steak.