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

The sun was shining brightly on a spring afternoon.

After settling the dozen or so beehives, the three of them sat down to rest on the grass by the birch forest.

The sound of the babbling brook at sunset, and the buzzing of bees in the distance.

Jessica finally took off her stuffy bee suit, wearing only a tight white undershirt.

He lay on the grass without any regard for his image, his head resting on Chen An's lap.

Aya sat cross-legged next to Chen An, holding the hunting knife in her hand, and was carving a piece of wood she had picked up from the riverbank with great concentration, seemingly wanting to carve a bear.

Chen An leaned against the trunk of a birch tree, gently stroking Jessica's soft hair with one hand and playing with the Zippo lighter with the other.

"install."

Aya suddenly stopped wielding her knife and looked up at him.

"My grandfather said that the tribe will hold an annual 'Sun Dance' festival in the summer. I'd like to invite you to come with me."

The sun dance festival of the Native Americans is their most sacred ceremony.

Inviting an outsider to participate signifies complete acceptance of them as "one of the tribe's own."

"OK."

Chen An smiled and agreed, "When the time comes, I'll bring the best wine from our Titan Manor, along with the honey from earlier, to pay homage to your Eternal Heaven."

"What about me? I want to go too!" Jessica, lying on my lap, raised her hand, unwilling to be left out.

"I also want to see Native American festivals! Do they dance around a bonfire?"

"Okay." Aya, unusually, didn't argue with her, but instead gave her a mischievous smile.

"However, according to custom, women participating in the festival should wear as little clothing as possible, in order to show their honesty with the sun."

"Huh?!" Jessica was stunned for a moment, then blushed and covered her chest. "Then...then I won't go!"

Chen An burst into laughter, which startled several sparrows on the branches.

A spring breeze swept across the farm, creating waves of green.

After experiencing those bloody battles and ups and downs in the business world.

To be able to live on this land that belongs to you, watching the cattle graze, watching the bees collect nectar, and having a close female friend by your side to keep you company and banter with.

This is the true enjoyment of a "king".

As for the lithium salts that still need to be shipped around the world, and the numbers in the accounts?

Let them dance slowly in the background.

At least on this spring afternoon, Chen An just wanted to be a quiet farmer.

……

Montana truly sheds the bleakness of winter and welcomes its most enchanting season in May.

Glacier National Park in the distance still wears its snow-white cap.

But the plains and valleys where Sunset Creek Farm is located are already covered with a vibrant green layer.

The sunlight was a clear, crystalline blue, and the temperature had risen to a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius.

In the occasional gentle breeze, you can even smell the fragrance of lupins and Indian paintbrush flowers blooming all over the mountains.

On this lazy Thursday morning, the pace of life at Titan Manor was so slow that it felt as if time itself had stood still.

On the newly paved wooden terrace in front of the main house.

Sarah was sitting in a wicker hanging chair with a thick catalog of building materials on her lap.

She was wearing a light green silk loungewear nightgown with a thin knitted cardigan over it.

A gentle spring breeze ruffled her long golden hair as this gentle estate mistress wore gold-rimmed glasses.

They carefully selected the wood flooring texture for the "super mansion" halfway up the mountain, whose foundation had already been poured.

"Boss, the filter gauze you requested has arrived."

Jessica pushed open the screen door and came out of the room.

Today she changed into a pair of light blue denim shorts and a white cropped T-shirt, revealing her flat stomach.

Those fair and slender legs dazzled in the sunlight.

In the center of the terrace stands a huge oak workbench.

Chen An was wearing a simple white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows.

In front of him were three beehive frames that had been brought back from the edge of the birch forest.

Yes, it's honey harvesting season.

The top-quality bees, which were imported from the Caucasus region at great expense a month ago, have demonstrated amazing foraging abilities in Montana, a pristine land nourished by "divine water" and blooming with a hundred flowers.

With the excellent environment free from any pesticide pollution, the beehives were already filled with heavy honeycomb.

"Set it here."

Chen An pointed to a clean, wide-mouthed stainless steel bucket next to him, his eyes revealing the pure joy of an old farmer.

Aya also joined them from the side.

The Native American girl was dressed very lightly today, wearing only a linen camisole made by hand, and still wearing the wolf tooth necklace around her neck.

Unlike Jessica, she wasn't afraid of bees. Even when a small bee occasionally flew out and landed on her wheat-colored shoulder, she just smiled and didn't chase it away.

"Ann, the color of this honey... is different from the wild beehives I used to find in the mountains."

Aya looked curiously at the honeycomb in Chen An's hand.

Chen An took out a sterilized special honey-cutting knife. The blade had been soaked in hot water and was slightly warm.

"This is due to the characteristics of Caucasian bees, combined with the special vegetation near our farm, especially the 'half-dayflower' that grows around the mutated truffle patch on the back hill."

As Chen An explained, he steadily made his cuts.

"Sizzle—"

The hot knife gently sliced ​​open the white beeswax seal on the surface.

Instantly, a unique aroma that defies description filled the terrace.

Unlike the cloyingly sweet syrup flavors found in other products, this is an extremely light and elegant complex floral fragrance.

It even carries a hint of crispness, like the morning dew on pine needles.

As the cap is cut open, the most perfect "capped mature honey," stored in the hexagonal cell, flows out slowly and viscously, like golden amber.

Under the bright sunlight, the flowing liquid truly shimmered like gold.

"Wow..."

Jessica stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

As a girl who absolutely loves sweets but is afraid of gaining weight, the allure of this top-quality natural dessert is irresistible.

"Would you like to try some?"

Chen An put down the honey-cutting knife and gently scraped the edge of the honeycomb he had just cut with his finger.

A drop of thick, golden honey clung to his fingertip.

Crystal clear, seemingly about to fall.

Jessica moved closer without hesitation, completely disregarding the presence of her mother and Aya watching, and opened her cherry-like mouth to take Chen An's finger into her mouth.

The warm tip of the tongue swept away that touch of honey.

The moment you close your mouth and chew.

Jessica froze as if she'd been electrocuted, her eyes widening suddenly.

It doesn't have any harsh, sweet taste upon first sip; instead, it has a cool, refreshing sensation that melts on the tongue.

Then, the fragrance of wildflowers covering the mountains and fields seemed to explode in the mouth, and the pure and sweet aftertaste caused dopamine to be released in an instant.

"My goodness...this is so delicious!"