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

Chen An smiled, picked up a tissue from the table, and helped her blow her nose.

"Don't cry. Your makeup is all messed up, you look like a little kitten."

………………

Now that you've become an "employee," you have to start working immediately.

That night.

Chen An did not take Sarah to the "Devil's Throat" in the back mountain; it was a top secret and needed to be observed for a while longer.

He took Sarah to his family's abandoned little greenhouse.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, looking at the two buckets of water Chen An was carrying and the few roots covered in soil.

"This is our gold mine."

Chen An handed her the wasabi root, saying, "This is wasabi. I know you can grow flowers, but this stuff is much more delicate than flowers."

"I need you to improve the soil here tonight, lay down gravel to mimic a stream environment. Then... water it with this."

Although Sarah had never seen such a thing before, as a seasoned farmer, her planting skills were top-notch.

"That's simple. Just keep it moist and breathable."

Without saying a word, Sarah rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and rounded arms, and knelt on the ground to start turning over the soil.

She works very diligently.

To make it easier to move around, she tied her long hair into a high ponytail, which swayed with her movements.

The tight jeans hugged her full hips, swaying alluringly in front of Chen An.

Chen An sat on a wooden box to the side, directing the operation while admiring the "beautiful scenery".

"The water flow should be slow," Chen An reminded him, "so as not to damage the roots."

"Got it, boss." Sarah turned around, beads of sweat on her forehead, and gave Chen An a smile that was both ingratiating and flattering.

This role-playing-like feeling made the air temperature rise a few degrees.

I was busy until 10 p.m.

The simple planting beds in the greenhouse are ready.

The five seedlings brought back from the mountain were carefully planted and watered with the magical underground river water.

"Phew...it's finally done."

Sarah straightened up and rubbed her aching back. A little dirt on her face made her look exceptionally real and sexy.

"Well done."

Chen An walked over and handed her a towel.

"So... what about today's wages?" Sarah wiped her sweat, her eyes darting around, and her body intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to Chen An.

"Salary is settled at the end of the month."

Chen An cornered her against the glass wall of the greenhouse, supporting himself with one hand near her ear.

"However, high-performing employees may receive some additional bonuses."

"What kind of bonus?" Sarah's breath hitched as she looked at him expectantly.

Chen An lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Protein supplements.

"Well……"

Sarah let out a sweet, nasal sound and immediately wrapped her arms around his waist. "Boss...you're so naughty."

Right here in this greenhouse, filled with the fragrance of earth and the dampness of the air.

Under the witness of these priceless "green gold" trees, a fierce negotiation over overtime pay began.

It must be said that although Sarah is thirty-five years old, years of hard work have given her amazing physical strength and flexibility.

This made Chen An deeply understand the true meaning of the so-called "foreign woman" that night.

That is, no matter how fast you run, she can catch you steadily and give the most enthusiastic response.

………………

Meanwhile, in a town a few kilometers away.

Smith, who had been released on bail, was sitting in a corner of the bar, drinking alone with a gloomy expression.

Reynolds is indeed a cunning old fox. Although he was detained for several hours for "illegally using a drone," he only received a fine.

After all, the memory card was just a copy, without the original file, making it difficult to convict directly.

But the warning is already quite clear.

"That damn yellow-skinned monkey..."

Smith slammed his glass down on the table.

"Want to play dirty? Fine."

He took out his phone and dialed a number that had no contact information.

"Hey? This is Smith. Get me in touch with those biker gangs from Detroit...yes, get them to come to Whitefish."

"I have a clueless farmer here who needs to be 'educated' a little."

"No need to kill anyone, just let his cattle run away, or set his house on fire."

After hanging up the phone, Smith revealed a cruel smile.

Since the legitimate path is blocked, let's try something shady.

In this desolate West, an accidental fire or a robbery by a group of bikers is all too common.

"Enjoy your final peace, Chen."

………………

Four o'clock in the morning.

Before dawn, the eastern sky was only tinged with a faint, pale white.

The air was frigid, and thick frost clung to the blades of grass.

Warm lights were on in Chen An's small greenhouse.

"This...this is too fast."

Sarah squatted beside the planting bed, holding a shovel in her hand, her still somewhat red and swollen eyes wide open.

Only two days have passed since the transplanting.

Those few wasabi plants that had been drooping and looking somewhat wilted after being transplanted.

At this moment, it not only stood upright completely, but also sprouted new buds at the base.

The rootstock of the "mother plant" that Chen An focused on watering seemed to have grown thicker than when it was first dug up.

The underground river water in that "devil's throat" is practically the plant's growth hormone.

"This is called scientific farming."

Chen An stood to the side, holding a spray bottle, and moisturized the leaves.

"Plus your meticulous care, you're such a master gardener."

"Stop being so cheeky." Sarah rolled her eyes at him and carefully cut off a side root.

"At this rate of growth, we should be able to collect ten pounds this week."

"If Katie really is willing to pay $200 per pound..."

She silently did some calculations in her mind.

Ten pounds is two thousand US dollars.

If we just hold on for another month, we can not only pay off the $8500 late payment fee, but also buy some new clothes for the children.

The flame of hope burned ever brighter in this woman's eyes.

"Boss, here's today's harvest."

Sarah neatly arranged the prepared wasabi into the insulated box, her eyes filled with anticipation for praise.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Chen An walked over and, as was his habit, patted her pert spot, which was encased in tight jeans.

"Pack these up, I'll take them to town later."

"Go to the cowshed and supervise the milking. Remember, if you see that Toyota or an unfamiliar motorcycle, don't go out. Just lock the door and call me."

Sarah stiffened upon hearing the word "motorcycle".

"You mean...Smith will retaliate?"

"That's a mad dog. It'll bark a couple of times when it gets hit." Chen An handed her the double-barreled shotgun.

"Here, have this. Do you know how to use it?"

Sarah took the heavy hunting rifle, her eyes flickered, and finally she nodded firmly:

Tom used to teach me how to shoot frisbees.

"Even though I haven't touched it in a long time, if you're not here... I'll shoot."

For her family, for her children, and for the man in front of her.

She was no longer the weak housewife who could only cry.