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

In this man's heart, every blueprint for the future clearly includes a place for them.

"This is no small task," Sarah said softly. "You'll exhaust yourself."

"If you let the construction team do everything, you'll lose the joy of being a father."

Chen An put away the tablet. "Of course, Tie Tou and the others will handle the main structure, but I plan to do the carpentry and core construction myself."

Just then.

Two freshly washed and dressed in casual clothes, the "Hayat Duo" came out of the house.

"Boss, you want to build a treehouse?!"

Jessica's ears perked up immediately at the mention of something new.

All the previous back pain was forgotten. "I want to help too! I studied interior design in college!"

Aya drew her hunting knife from her waist and tested the blade with her thumb: "I'm good at whittling wood. Just tell me what shape you want."

Seeing the lively atmosphere of the whole family getting involved, Chen An laughed and clapped his hands.

"Alright! Let's get started!"

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun became quite scorching.

The area beneath the manor's large trees has been transformed into a bustling construction site filled with the fragrance of sawdust.

Top-grade red cedar wood was piled up to one side. The wood, which was naturally insect-resistant and had a special fragrance, was cut into flat modules by Chen An's chainsaw.

Chen An was shirtless, his muscles glistening with sweat. Sunlight shone on his back muscles, which rippled with each exertion, making him look like an ancient Greek sculpture.

The light gray cargo pants were loosely draped at the waist with a belt, exuding a strong sense of wildness.

This scene not only made Jessica, who was helping to pass nails from a distance, swallow hard, but even the usually wild Aya couldn't help but marvel at the amazing explosive power contained in this body.

"Ding-dong! Buzz—"

The deafening sounds of hammering and drilling mingled together. Zeus, the Caucasian Shepherd Dog, crouched outside the shade of a tree, panting and watching his master climb up and down with curiosity.

A two-meter-high reinforced log base is already taking shape among those thick branches.

"Let's take a break. A big project can't be completed in a day."

Sarah's voice rang out at just the right moment.

She changed into a cooler white silk maternity dress and walked out of the house with light steps.

In her hands, she held a large, chilled glass jug filled with a pale yellow liquid, water droplets sliding down the glass.

In his other hand, he carried several clear water glasses filled with ice.

This is a top-notch cold drink prepared to "reward laborers".

"Here, try my freshly made chilled honey lemonade."

Sarah placed the kettle on the simple round table made from an oak barrel under the tree.

This is no ordinary sugar water. It's made from the first batch of "spring honey" that was just extracted from the Caucasian beehives yesterday.

It is made by adding a whole fresh yellow lemon picked from the smart greenhouse in the morning, and then mixing it with chilled underground "divine water".

Chen An put down the electric drill in his hand and jumped down from the elevated ladder.

He casually wiped the sweat off his face with the towel draped around his neck, then picked up the cup and gulped it down.

"Gulp."

The bone-chilling coolness of the snow mountain water, combined with the refreshing and invigorating fruit acidity of lemon, instantly penetrated my entire body, sweeping away the stuffy heat brought on by physical labor.

And in that instant after the sourness fades.

The honey's unique, complex fragrance, reminiscent of the wildflowers that blanket the hillsides of Montana in early spring, envelops the taste buds in an exquisitely silky smooth way.

There was not a trace of stickiness; instead, it was a sweet sensation, like silk gliding across the tongue, lingering deep in the throat.

It carries a subtle, almost magical mineral feel, as if it can nourish the cells.

"ha……"

Chen An exhaled a long breath, his eyes lit up, and he drank the last drop from the bottom of the cup.

"This taste is absolutely amazing."

Jessica and Aya, who were standing nearby, couldn't wait any longer and each grabbed a glass and drank it down in big gulps.

"My God...it's so delicious I want to scream!" Jessica drank it too fast, and a small drop of golden liquid slid down the corner of her mouth and landed on her collarbone.

She didn't care about her image at all, praising him while breathing out cool air.

This is a true culinary bomb that can only be enjoyed in the most luxurious and authentic Titan Manor, a private backyard retreat.

If this lemonade, made with "divine water" and "miracle honey," were sold in a club in Los Angeles or New York, it would be so popular that even if it sold for $10,000 a bottle, Wall Street tycoons would be scrambling to buy it.

Chen An poured another glass, turned around and handed it to Sarah who was sitting next to him, casually put his arm around her shoulder, and pointed to the wooden platform that was gradually taking shape above his head.

"At most a week."

Chen An looked at Sarah's slightly protruding belly, his eyes filled with indescribable tenderness and pride.

"Not only will this treehouse be built. Robert also told me today that the two world's finest Shetland miniature ponies, which he found for me at his private winery in South America, will also be flown over. We'll build a mini fence right under this tree."

While those powerful figures in Wall Street and Hollywood were desperately vying for the fifty spots in the Titans Club.

This emperor, whose empire has the potential to reach hundreds of billions, is willingly using the world's most expensive resources to build an amusement park in his own courtyard for an unborn life.

As the sun sets, a cool early summer breeze sweeps through the vast estate.

The music in the cowshed was melodious, and in the distance, the greenhouse near the devil's throat shimmered with golden twilight.

This is the epitome of a life of a top-tier landlord.

A glass of chilled lemonade made with premium raw honey completely dispelled the slight heat of a spring afternoon.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, the snow-capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains begin to reflect a dazzling golden-red hue.

Under the white oak in front of the main house, the base platform of the treehouse had been assembled by Chen An and Tie Tou.

The air was filled with the natural, slightly spicy scent of red cedar wood shavings.

Chen An brushed the driftwood dust off his hands, took off his gloves, and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the massive log platform that was already taking shape above him.

"The main framework is now complete. The remaining glass curtain wall and insulation layer will need to be custom-made and cut by a professional company."

Chen An walked back under the parasol and casually drank the remaining half cup of honey lemon water in one gulp.

Sarah smiled and handed him a damp towel, wiping the sweat from his cheek.

"Actually, you don't need to work so hard. With your current position, you could easily sit in an air-conditioned room and direct them."

"Some things can be bought, but the joy cannot."

Chen An took her hand and placed it on his strong forearm.

"I want our children to know, when they play in the treehouse in the future, that the first piece of wood was sawed down by his own father."

This is a simple sentiment that belongs only to a father.