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

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Whitefish Town.

When Chen An walked into the kitchen of the "Aurora" restaurant, Katie was looking at a soup pot with a troubled expression.

"This water tastes wrong! It's too hard! The mineral taste is too strong, completely ruining the sweetness of the chicken broth!"

Katie, holding a soup spoon, complained angrily.

"Damn the municipal water supply! Did they put bleach in the water?!"

"It seems the head chef is in a bit of trouble?"

Chen An's voice made her turn around.

"It's you?" When Katie saw Chen An, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but then furrowed again.

"If you're here to sell mushrooms again, put me aside. I'm in a bad mood right now, and this whole pot of $500 broth is ruined."

"I'm here to sell mushrooms, but I'm also here to save your soup."

Chen An smiled mysteriously and placed his backpack on the table.

He first took out the bottle of underground river water that he had taken from the "devil's throat".

"Try this."

"What's this? A promotion for some mineral water?" Katie took the bottle with suspicion.

"Don't ask, you'll know once you drink it."

Katie unscrewed the bottle cap with some skepticism, poured a little into a spoon, and put it in her mouth.

next second.

Her eyes were wide open like copper bells, and her short, silver-gray hair seemed to stand up straight with a spirited air.

"This...this water?!"

As a genius chef with an absolute sense of taste, she could instantly tell the difference in this water.

It has the perfect texture, no off-flavors, and even a refreshing sweetness that brings out the original taste of the ingredients.

"If you use this to make soup, could it save your menu?" Chen An asked.

"Of course! This is simply divine water for making soup!" Katie excitedly grabbed Chen An's arm.

"How much do you have? A bucket? A truckload?"

"This is the only bottle we have right now. But if you want more, I can deliver it to you every day from now on."

Chen An calmly withdrew his hand. "But that's not the point. The point is this."

As he spoke, he took out the mysterious package wrapped in moss.

turn on.

A few wasabi stalks, their purple roots and green leaves still wet with cold water, lay there quietly.

Katie's breathing stopped.

She reached out her hand, trembling, and gently stroked the rough root.

"Wasa...wasabi?" Katie's voice trembled as she looked up at Chen An, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You found high-quality wild wasabi in a place like Montana? Are you a magician sent by God?"

"How much?" Chen An cut straight to the point.

"One... as long as it's this good, I'll give you $150." Katie gritted her teeth and offered an extremely high price.

"This is a friendly price; even in Seattle's primary market, this is the same price."

The few that Chen An brought can fetch at least $800 in total.

This is much faster than selling water.

"make a deal."

Chen An readily agreed.

Seeing how much Katie treasured him, Chen An knew that he had gained another source of income.

This completely bound this genius chef to their own chariot.

"By the way, about water," Chen An added, "I don't sell water; I only provide it to special partners."

"If you'd like, I can bring you a bucket every day, for free."

"Free? What do you want?" Katie looked at him warily.

"I need you to keep an eye on someone for me." Chen An's expression turned serious.

"The owner or executive of that 'Red Rock Development Company.' I know all the wealthy people in this town come here to eat."

Katie paused for a moment, then realized what was going on.

"That Smith came by yesterday," Katie said in a low voice.

"He was having dinner with the mayor in private room number one. I heard them mention the words 'water source' and 'forced expropriation'."

Forced confiscation.

Chen An's pupils contracted slightly.

Sure enough, these people are going to use official power.

"Thanks, Katie." Chen An picked up the money, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Consider this bottle of water my advance payment for the information."

Watching Chen An's departing figure, Katie clutched the wasabi in her hand and muttered to herself, "What kind of trouble has this guy gotten himself into?"

………………

Back in the pickup truck, Chen An glanced at the rearview mirror.

No one is following them.

But the oppressive feeling of an impending storm grew stronger and stronger.

Forced confiscation? That depends on whether you have the fate to do so.

Chen An touched the M1911 placed on the passenger seat and started the car.

Tonight, perhaps I should go and have another talk with that sheriff.

After all, if the mayor was involved, then Reynolds' stance as a law enforcement officer would be crucial.

However, before that...

Chen An glanced at his phone; there was a text message from Sarah.

The accompanying photos were a picture of freshly baked lasagna and a selfie of her wearing the black sweater.

Dinner is ready. The kids have gone to a classmate's house to stay overnight. We'll be waiting for you.

Chen An's tense nerves relaxed a little.

No matter how turbulent the outside world is, it's always good to have a warm bed at home.

In particular, there was a docile foreign woman on that kang (heated brick bed).

………………

The heating was on full blast in the Miller family's kitchen.

The warm orange light shone on the oak dining table, where the freshly baked lasagna was steaming.

The rich aroma of tomato meat sauce and mozzarella cheese filled the air.

But the most tempting thing in this house is not the food.

"An, how does it taste? I added extra basil leaves on purpose."

Sarah sat opposite her, her hands supporting her chin.

The black turtleneck sweater had been replaced by a burgundy silk slip dress.

On this night when it was just the two of them, she completely let down her guard and pretense.

The nightgown was smooth, draping down her full shoulders and outlining a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin.

She had just taken a shower; her wet blonde hair was still dripping wet, and the air was filled with her sweet, ripe peach scent.

"Perfect."

Chen An forked a piece of lasagna and put it in his mouth, but his eyes roamed over her body without restraint.

"But I'm not just talking about the noodles, I'm also talking about the people who make them."

Sarah's face instantly turned bright red, like clouds dyed by the sunset.

She gave him a flirtatious glance, her bare foot gently rubbing against Chen An's calf under the table.

"You're so good with words... How come I never noticed before that you have such a sweet tongue?"

"I used to be a guest of my neighbor's house, but now..." Chen An put down his fork and reached out to hold her hand, which was resting on the table.

"I am the master of this house. At least, tonight."

These words made Sarah's heart clench.

Ever since Tom was taken away, the empty house has always filled her with fear.

The unknown debts, the rumors in town, and the covetous real estate developers weighed on her like mountains, making it hard to breathe.

But at this moment, looking at the young, strong man with a determined look in his eyes, she felt a long-lost sense of peace.